~ Grandma's Space ~

I am old, but I remember
Those days now long gone by
How grandma loved to rock
To sit by the window and sigh

You see she was watching
Outside at play
All those who were babies
In her younger day

She had visions of smiles
Looking up in her eyes
As she rocked each one
To quiet their cries



How she longed to have
One more baby to hold
And rock them to sleep
But now they're too old

So she held her peace
And never complained
She was only grandma
The children were playing

No time to notice
The longing in her eye
Or even to realize
How the years slipped by

But the day came soon
Grandma was called home
The children now noticed
Her rocker was gone

Then the company of grandma
Would have been so nice
As the night settled in
Now everything is so quiet

Each child now grown
Having babies of their own
Wish many times over
That grandma was still home

We all enjoyed her rocking,
Each of us in that chair
Nothing in this world will ever
Fill that space, that now is bare

Betty Hill ©2005

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