Oh, the old wooden rocker where grandma did sit
I'd crawl on her lap and what would I get?

A hug and a kiss, then a story or two
And maybe a song about her dog "Ol Blue"

While in the kitchen the cookies did bake
Why, grandma would let me eat all I did take

Somethin always was cookin in the hearth in her home
She'd sing little ditties and write a few poems

I'd say "Grandma can I?" and she'd nod her head
Then I'd run and would jump on her old feather bed

She'd say "Come on now, let's get you tucked in"
All nice and so cozy with the quilt tucked under my chin

I'd fall right to sleep and before I would know
That banty ol rooster would start in to crow

Another sweet day with grandma so dear
In that old wooden rocker, her holding me near

One more sight of dear grandma, Oh what would I give
Those days now are gone, but in memory live

by Patrice A. Vicory