• On the faded porch
    sat a barren rocking chair
    waiting for someone to come sit there

    It held memories like no one could
    It was there since the house first stood
    no child nor adult would ever find
    the chair to be the uncomfortable kind

    It waited and waited
    but to its dismay
    it would not see another day

    for the old family had passed
    and the will had not stated
    who to give the rocking chair to
    since it was worn and outdated

    Two men in blue suits
    climbed up to the chair
    took their big gloves
    and brought it down the stairs

    The truck was all packed
    and sitting and waiting
    the rocking chair sat
    on top of a stack

    along with some tables
    and boxes with labels
    the chair rocked and rocked

    When the car stopped
    it screeched and it crashed
    the chair hit the wall with a smash

    More of the men came
    the fire was not tame
    and into the fire the old chair burnt

    The memories slipped away
    through the cracks of the weaving
    the chairs old worn looks
    may be deceiving

    For the old rocking chair
    was the most valuable possession
    for it was all hope
    and never depression

    so on the porch
    sits a new rocking chair
    clean white and plastic
    not as many sit there

    This one is not the same you see
    this one is not a treasure
    to you
    nor to me