By the window in the family room Sat an old- fashioned rocking chair, Mom liked to sit in it and look outside So she could see about everywhere. Here she rocked her babies And hummed a little tune, She rocked, and read them stories At night they looked out at the moon. It was broken many times, In much need of repair, Dad would put it together again, Mom's old-fashioned rocking chair. Years and events have passed Life and times have moved on, The children are married now They have families of their own. Today mom and dads life is different Together, a new one they have found, Although it is sometimes difficult It is harder for them to get around. They sit and talk about days gone by Life, the children, they have much to share, Dad holds her hand, gives her a great big grin And rocks her in the old-fashioned rocking chair.
©Shirley J. Oremland Smith
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"We'll Meet Again"
Sequenced By Frank Schober
Grandpa Schober's Original Midi Files