On the front porch a rocking chair <br /> nobody uses no one dare <br />Nor dare they move it anywhere. <br />Grandpa decreed it must stay there <br /> <br />What grandpa said was what he meant <br />he left no room for argument. <br /> He simply stated his intent <br />Though other folk felt different <br /> <br />When Grandpa died the family tried <br />to set his iron rule aside <br />You’ll rue this day their Grandma cried <br /> Your Grandpa will not be defied. <br /> <br />They moved the chair to show they could <br />though grandma did not think they should <br />She warned them all that nothing good <br />would come of this. She understood <br /> <br />although she knew Grandpa was dead. <br />She knew he’d rise in wrathful pride <br />to reinforce what he has said. <br /> His last command before he died. <br /> <br />The chair was moved despite her pleas. <br />Her warnings were not listened to. <br /> From that day on they knew no peace <br />Til grandma told them what to do <br /> <br />The rocking chair must be restored <br />to where Grandpa said it should be. <br />They all agreed of one accord <br /> the chair replaced immediately. <br /> <br />Sometimes at night it seems to be <br /> moving gently slowly rocking <br />Although there’s nothing they can see <br /> they know that Grandpas visiting. <br /> <br />To see his word is still obeyed. <br />That no one moves his rocking chair. <br />Nobody will they’re too afraid. <br />They know sometimes he still sits there. <br /> <br />27-Oct-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poetic piers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandpas-rocking-chair-for-m-lady-chitra/
