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The Wooden Rocker

Nestled in the corner of a dusty room,
sets the only remaining memory of a dying groom;
hidden under a sheet covered with dust and stain,
is the final reminder of timeless pain.
A wooden rocker that once held dreams,
of years of love and of flowering needs;
now abandoned and given to aging decay,
lost in the tears of endless heartache.
Sadly the days never came for its use,
there would be no dreams to rock in the womb;
her love she lost soon after they bought the chair,
and the painful memories she could not bare.
So nestled in the corner of a dusty room,
rots the only thing she had left to lose;
hidden under the veil of mournful decay,
sets the wooden rocker that holds her pain.


rickey russell