THE ROCKER
Across the room across many rooms
Since 1830 it waits stoically
Puckered leather back
Sunken a bit from rocking
About an inch or some inches
Lower for the smaller ones
The armrests’ well-worn finish
Buffeted to golden
Down to their essence
So long at rest hands
That reached for the rounded
Scroll-like knobs
Over almost two centuries
Blemished
By all the tug and lift
That helped us rise
Jean Cassidy 2023
art and education, family history, wnc poetry, women arts, women writers
Zoe Nicholie
What a simply marvelous poem Jean! How wonderful to think of all the many bodies that found rest in that rocker; how many babies were rocked to sleep. Love you, Zoe
TC
Thank you! 🌷