Rocker On The Porch Poem by Jim Yerman

It's just a weathered old rocker sitting on our porch…
It looks a lot like all the other ones to me.
But this one is a little bit different…for it has a history.

This rocker sat on Deborah't Great Grandmother's porch…
and I think it would be fair…
To say of all her furniture…this was her favorite chair.

This rocker began in a simpler time…
when people still sat and enjoyed the night…
Before television…cell phones and I-Pads…
when all photographs were black and white.

This rocker passed from Deborah's Great Grandmother
to her parents…and it always made them smile…
to sit and remember the good old days…
and now it's Deborah's for a while.

How many starry nights has this old rocker seen…
and the older that it gets
how many rainbows will it gaze on…
how many sunrises…how many sunsets?

I wonder how many people have sat in this old rocker?
By now, it's hard to tell…
how many people she has welcomed in…
and asked to sit a spell.

It's old and a little weathered…from the heat the cold…the sun…
but her history is not quite over yet…
there's still a lot more rocking to be done.