Rockin' Chair

The place where Grandma rocked her babies to sleep every night, and where she still swears is the only place that would stop the tears. Where we sat wide eyed and amazed as we learned about our past through the lives of those who came before us. Where sat in the heat of the summer nights and just watched the lighting bugs flicker in the evening light. Where we all out ran to in every game of tag. Where we found our way through the maze of family during every holiday, celebration, morning, or gathering. The country porch with the rocker is always as steady as the cool, quiet, calm summer rain.