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| MaMa And Her Rocking Chair My mother loved her rocking chair, and she would sit in it for hours, reading or knitting or just rocking, there beneath the arbor of flowers. She rocked us when we were little, and read to us of Bambi and such, bringing each little creature to life, with her light and her loving touch. And in all of the sad parts, like when Bambi's mother died, she'd match our tears ,one for one, while we all broke down and cried. Oh, how great the fun in summers, whenever black clouds would appear, and we'd rush to gather things up, first off, the chair she held so dear.. The chair was like an old friend, and it went with her each time she moved, she'd spruce it up with new cushions, so it always looked as good as new. And til the day she left it behind, she'd rock in the chair she loved so, remembering all the good and bad times, that she rocked away, so long ago. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker midi is "Precious Love" written by David W. Folsom and it is used with his kind permission. |
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