Old Rocking Chair

Old Rocking Chair 

I sat in the sun on an old rocking chair

The breeze blew the threads of my white wispy hair

My eyes that were failing gazed over the land

For a moment I felt her still holding my hand

I gave her a smile as if she were right there

Sitting by me in my old rocking chair

Which creaked to and fro on the porch where she'd died

Yet I swear at this moment she is here at my side

I told her I loved her and let out a sigh

And I thanked her for always remaining near-by

It proved that she loved me and truly did care

For this lonely old man in his old rocking chair