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
17 comments:
Awesome !
Love it!
That is fantastic, it really strikes a chord with everyone.
Lynne x
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.
Such a gift you have . . .
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!
GAIL
Can you PLEASE do a blog entry about your encounter with a big foot
Wow! I love this. You created such pictures in my mind. Amazing!
Wildly creative and a bit scary!
I agree. Wow.
Have a wonderful week, Gail. ♥
This is what childhood is all about, or at least should be.
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.
I enjoyed this ... felt as though it could have been written a century ago.
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!
This poem is comforting. Very.
=)
Love the repeats and the beat.
Intensely excellent, deeply thought provoking. I do think this is one of your very best, Gail!
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