a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Rocking Chair...

For Poetry Jam:  Rock On

Mamma rocks the hurt away
Daddy rocks away the fear
Granny rocks to my comfort zone
Grandpa rocks the tears

The Bogeyman creaks the closet door
The Black Sheep paces on the squeaky floor
Muffled cries SHRIEK
No More!  No More!

Daddy and Grandpa storm the door
Mamma rocks the hurt away
Granny wipes the tears
The voices silent leave with the fear

"We care for our own"
Danger held at bay
The men returned
The shovels put away

Mamma rocks the hurt away
Daddy rocks away the fear
Granny rocks to my comfort zone
Grandpa rocks the tears

18 comments:

Country Gal said...

Awesome !

Terri said...

Love it!

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

That is fantastic, it really strikes a chord with everyone.
Lynne x

RoeH said...

I have my grandfather's rocking chair. I don't have the memories of him in it since he died in '43 and I was born in '45. But I still like it.

Lynne said...

Such a gift you have . . .

Peggy said...

I don't know what other took from this exactly but to me there is a scary story here somewhere. I am a bit creeped out by the silence and the men returning with shovels!

John Gray said...

GAIL
Can you PLEASE do a blog entry about your encounter with a big foot

Dreaming said...

Wow! I love this. You created such pictures in my mind. Amazing!

Irene said...

Wildly creative and a bit scary!

Mama Zen said...

I really like this!

LindaG said...

I agree. Wow.
Have a wonderful week, Gail. ♥

Damyanti said...

This is what childhood is all about, or at least should be.

Saucy Kodz said...

Fantastic - You do protect your own - is there any other way - No Mam - WE are here to protect our own - that's our job. Really moving and well felt poem my dear.

Helen said...

I enjoyed this ... felt as though it could have been written a century ago.

Susan Lindquist said...

This felt like a fine old country folk song to me ... something Dolly Parton or Emmy Lou Harris would sing as a lullaby song ... so wonderful!

Sue said...

This poem is comforting. Very.

=)

Laurie Kolp said...

Love the repeats and the beat.

Josie Two Shoes said...

Intensely excellent, deeply thought provoking. I do think this is one of your very best, Gail!

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