My Old Rocking Chair

Oh how I love

my old rocking chair

It’s suffered a bit

since the days it was new

but the memories

it shares will never

grow old.

My mother once owned it

then passed it to me.

I remember the hours

she spent in that chair

watching tv while

her knitting needles clicked. 

It’s my place of comfort now

though I’ll confess

I never will learn how 

to knit.