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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER'S ROCKING-CHAIR, by HARRY M. DEAN
First Line: Once upon a time she'd take me
Last Line: In that old, old rocking-chair.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Once upon a time she'd take me
Last Line: In that old, old rocking-chair.
Subject(s): Mothers
ONCE upon a time she'd take me--
Take me in her arms each night;
Softly croon a song of slumber,
Bid me close my eyes so tight;
For she said: "The Sandman's coming!"
Then I knew I must beware,
Lest he catch me with them open,
As we rocked in that old chair.
Long that's been; I'm worn and weary,
And I would that I could rest
With her arms entwined around me,
And my head upon her breast.
She would croon to me so softly,
And she'd gently stroke my hair;
While I'd drift away to Dreamland,
Rocked to sleep in that old chair.
But that chair has long been empty--
Where it is I do not know;
And the songs she sang so sweetly,
Were forgotten long ago.
But to-night I feel her presence--
Seem to see her face so fair,
And to hear her softly crooning
In that old, old rocking-chair.
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