Bonnie and me in the rocking chair <br />Hours go by and we don't care <br />Time can come and go as it may <br />We'd sit in the chair and rock all day <br /> <br />Pachelbel Canon on the stereo <br />In time we rock back to and fro <br />The rocking chair making a creakedy squeak <br />Dreamy sounds that put her to sleep <br /> <br />She's in a heap across my chest <br />Comfy and cozy, peaceful, at rest <br />I kiss the top of her head and her hair <br />She smells like roses petals wafting on air <br /> <br />More time passes, she's still asleep <br />Laundry and dishes will have to keep <br />As soon as I stop she frets a bit <br />I'll just wear the rocker legs off of it <br /> <br />What's more important than times like these? <br />Before you know it, the years will flee <br />Well, time can come and go as it may <br />We'll sit in the chair and rock all day <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © 2000 <br /> <br />NOTE: This poem was written when my daughter Bonnie was a newborn.<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rocking-bonnie/
