My heart first learned its rhythm <br />From your creaking, Rocking Chair. <br />Remind me where. <br />Please take me there again. <br /> <br />Soft cradled in a bosomed nest <br />Sweet, simple, happy tunes <br />Accompanied your creaking, Rocking Chair. <br />Remind me where. <br />Please take me there again, <br />Before the beating starts. <br /> <br />My heart first learned its rhythm <br />From your creaking, Rocking Chair. <br />The all familiar cadence almost <br />All forgotten now. <br /> <br />Sing once again to me your simple tunes, <br />Sweet Mother dear, <br />From the creaking rocking chair. <br />Remind me where the love began. <br />Please take me there again, <br />Before the beating starts, <br />And love gives way to despair.<br /><br />Hm. Nes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creaking-rocking-chair/
