Grandma’s Rocker
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Grandma’s rocker was of wicker; soft did creak those reading days.
Lap-straddled I, a boy of four, then sailed those page-plied ways.
But wicker was like Grandma, too frail to battle time.
Now both are gone, and both have left a memory in my mind.
I’m building you a rocker with sturdy maple posts
where grandchildren can watch the march of passing legend hosts.
Though maplewood is not as soft as wicker that I knew,
the softness that these young ones need will come, my love, from you.