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Date Posted:01:59:56 01/26/03 Sun Author Host/IP: dialup-220.127.116.11.Dial1.SanFrancisco1.Level3.net/18.104.22.168
Said goodbye so many times,
To its occupants that once were babies.
New cradle to so many grand parents,
Gently rocked to sleep by memories.
Grandpa once told me he felt a kinship,
To this chair that creaked once in a while.
His limbs and its were very much the same;
Only difference was it would always have new customers.
As a little boy it was my rocking horse,
I climbed its high back like spiderman.
Couldn't tip it over no matter how hard I tried;
Just swung on a wooden toy that Grandpa hated to love.
Now my Dad sits there in that very same chair,
Swaying away in a chariot he has surely earned.
I sit next to him now and reminisce,
Knowing that soon I will take his place.