She sits alone in the rocking chair
At times it seems as no one’s there
She dresses in her Sunday best
And faces the fields out to the west
A soft blue dress and hat of white
A pair of shoes that now are tight
She hums a song that once brought tears
And slips back gently through the years
They danced beneath the tall oak tree
To Goodman and Miller and Peggy Lee
He held her close and sang a song
Of life and death and love gone wrong
They farmed the fields and raised a son
But never finished what they’d begun
He drove away one summer’s morn
Through fields of grass and golden corn
She sat in the chair and began to rock
And kept her eyes upon the clock
The night came fast and next the dawn
The morning dew sparkled upon the lawn
She never knew where he had gone
Or why she couldn’t come along
Her heart was broken that summer night
And never again could mend it right
She sits and rocks for most the day
And hums the song they used to play
She waits for him to come back home
Until that day she rocks alone
~Claudia Anderson
You make me blush!
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There’s no competition, only love and admiration xxx😊💛
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I have to admit it wasn’t based on any particular person…it was written so long ago I’ve forgotten the trigger. But I’m so glad you liked it. With wonderful poets like you and Walt around, I have very stiff competition!
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A tragically beautiful poem Claudia, and your words touched me deeply (Oh I’ve always been a softie)
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You are so kind. I wrote the poem a few years ago….and just found the pic tonight. I follow a number of poets so I thought I’d share one of my own.
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I always wonder that myself.
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You’re welcome, always 🙂
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Indeed. I’d like to think it more our grandparents generation.
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Thank you my friend.
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Poignant and beautiful! 🙂
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How sad! Get off the rocker, Lady! Life is passing you by!!
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I must ask: did the picture inspire the poem or did your poem inspire you to find the picture? Not that it really matters. That was both lovely and heartbreaking
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How lovely, so sad too. I wonder where he went.
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