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Grandma's Rocker

By Esther Thornburg | Category :: Poem

Days of distant past
Simply did not last.
Enjoys around the rocking chair
Are all left to stay rite there.

Grandma is on the go,
There are too many things to know.
She has found the computer ways
And now she travels the air ways.

She found a place for stories old,
There are too many for the world to hold.
Yes, the time is truly past
Grandma does not rock and knit or tat.

By Esther Thornburg | Jul 12, 2013 | Category > Poem >Friendship | Comments 1 | Views 1925

Rubi Sarma
very nice poem.

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