Story Poem – The Rocker (reworked)


Let me stay in my play corner
Give me my due place of honor
I am part of your colorful history
My bones are steeped in mystery

Century ago I was a rocker brought to this old house
Soon after your great grandparents had said their vows
In labor was great grandmother confined to bedchamber
Great grandpa dallied upon me with the housekeeper

Your grandpa came screaming into world and I rocked
Both, newborn and your great granny, as they lay curled
Many a sleepless night great granny spent on this rocker
While old man was nightly out whoring, being hell raiser

She remained stoic and calm, verily being salt of the earth
Loveless life had sucked out all her childlike joy and mirth
She only laughed, smiled when her baby played with her
But nanny cruelly  kept baby away heeding master’s orders

Grieving, heartbroken for baby, I mean your grandfather, she
Quietly slipped away, leaving him at the mercy of selfish father
Old man scandalously buried and remarried on the same day
And step mother nightmarishly turned child’s life a drab gray

Elsie the step mom soon relegated me to the nursery
Having brought her own furniture, dark and dreary
Comforting and rocking I played with the child often
He always turned to me after being beaten by vixen

Time passed on this way until your grandfather came of age
Luckily his old man was unable to squander maternal heritage
Their meanness did not stop him from being to them polite
They depended on him so pretended to be repentant, contrite

One day their car crashed after a night of drunken debauchery
Your grandpa gave decent burials as he did not believe in rehash
Then your grandpa made changes and brought me out of hiding
Throwing out the dark furniture, restoring cheer and lighting

Soon he fell in love, married, brought his lovely bride home
Parties, music and joy reverberated instead of fears, gloom
Next your dad was born followed by adorable twin girls and
Children’s sweet laughter filled air as everything was merry

Time took to wings thus and soon all three kids gained majority
The girls found army officers, got hitched and left the county
Your dad met his love at a local bar and fell hook, line and sinker
She gave him a merry chase before she wed him at the altar

Soon three boisterous children’s horseplay did me in, and my
Structure became hazardous for people to enjoy their rocking
Yet your parents were attached to me, hence they made plans
Got a craftsman to carve wooden toys and pans out of me

Thus my life got new lease with novel makeover in spit and polish
Toys, pans, my new avatar for wee hands to play house and cherish
This is my history dear young son, about my fate please think twice
You too played with me with your siblings and we too have bonds

Finally the rocker aka tiny wooden toys were placed in a toy chest
Put away in attic to rest with other family regalia, knick knacks

~(this poem is an old fav of mine written in 2008)
When I’m 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones,
there is absolutely no way I’m going to feel old or forget my younger days. ~ Patty Duke

Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do,
but it gets you nowhere. ~ Glenn Turner

You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory,
preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man
carries  many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest
of his days.   And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts,
it may also be instrument of our salvation one day. ~ Dostoevsky

*Painting is by Edvard Munch*


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