Excellent a memory my mother gave me My Old Rocking Chair by BlueMarble Free Verse writing prompt entry

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. Writing Prompt Write a free verse poem about a prized object of any kind. No rhyming patterns.

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