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Her Old Rocker
by louis gander I quietly sat in her rocker - a squeaky and rickety chair. With paint almost gone, it had weathered - but no, I did not even care. The folks in the yard were all browsing. The yard sale was going quite well. As people were browsing the items, a man came and asked if I'd sell. He asked if I'd sell her old rocker. He asked me what I'd sell it for. He gave a most generous offer - then said he could pay a bit more. I answered, "Her chair's not for sale. My grandmother used it alot. She held me as we both rocked gently right here in this very same spot. I turned back the years to my childhood - It seemed it was just yesterday. Through planting and summer and harvest, she whispered in music this way, I love you just like Jesus loves you. I'll hold you as long as I live. And if you have faith in me darling, I promise to always forgive. The man smiled sincerely and stated, "I can't afford one quite like that. Your rocker there surely is priceless" then left with a tip of his hat. I smiled yet my eyes became watered - as visions of grandma came back. She sat in this very same rocker - when she had her last heart attack. In Heaven she has a new rocker - without all the paint worn away. She holds a young child without mother and whispers the very same way... "She loves you just like Jesus loves you. Regretting her choice, she'd relive. But pray that she's trusting the Father - He's faithful and sure to forgive." I quietly sat in her rocker - a squeaky and rickety chair. With paint almost gone, it had weathered - but no, I did not even care. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |