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The Old Rocking Chair

Story ID:5811
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA. USA
Person:Chelsea Kansas Kid
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The Old Rocking Chair

The Old Rocking Chair

We were headed for the city
Till the old car broke down
Dad made us a lean-to
For shade while he went to town

We unpacked the carrier on the car
Our grips with our clothes
And the old Rocking Chair
Where Momma goes the Rocker goes

Dad’s been gone for a couple days
Our rations are getting low
Mom thinks Dad’s abandoned us
Dad wouldn’t do this, I know.

He wouldn’t leave the baby
Or just walk away from his family
He wouldn’t let us starve
Or just die away.

The Sheriff stopped today
He said the news was bad
Your Dad was killed in a bar fight
Which made us very sad

We buried Dad today
Out in Potters field
The county provided the casket
And the burial.

All we have is
That old rocking chair
The clothes on our back
All this seems so unfair

We moved into a shelter
We, bathed, ate and went to bed
Stayed a couple days
With a roof over our head.

That Old Rocking Chair
Is rotting beside the road
Along with our hopes
Such a heavy load

To want only the bare necessities
Nothing fancy for us
Willing to work for a meager living
We’d not make a fuss

Food for the kiddies
Clothes to cover our back
Food in the icebox
Just any rain proof old shack

Just this small request
Answer my only prayer
Please replace our
Old rocking Chair.

Monte L. Manka 03-05-10