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Story ID:9588
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona CA. USA
Person:Rockin alone Chelsea Kansas Kid
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Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair
I see an old lady, wanting someone to care
She’s tired of being left all alone
Farmed out to an “Old Persons” home

The windows are barred, the doors are locked
Her way to the outside world is blocked
So she has nothing to do but sit there and stare
And rock away in her old rocking chair

The thoughts that are running through her head
Are of her family and the life that she led
From her babies she raised to adulthood
Of the trials and tribulations that she withstood

The Mumps and the Measles, and cuts and bruises
Colds, runny noses, and a thought that amuses
Every once in a while puts a smile on her face
As she remembers some fun time or some fun place

These thoughts give her much pleasure
Tucked away in a vault, her mind, teeming with such treasure
As she rocks she can recall
As she absentmindedly stares down the long hall

And while rocking away
Thinking about some special time some special day
She’s at peace with the world while rocking there
She lives in that Old Rocking Chair

Her hair is not perfect like it used to be
House coat tattered and a hole in her pajama right knee
No lip rouge and her face a pale tone
As she hums a strange tune in a low monotone

Some stranger is opening the “Old Persons” Home, Door
She stops rocking hoping this new person is looking for her
As the new person walks on by
She bows her head and a tear falls from her eye

It wouldn’t take much to mend an aching heart
Even on some stranger’s part
A pat on the shoulder or a touch on the hand
It’s hard when your are young to understand

A smile a kind word
Spoken so only she heard
A little attention
So easy to mention

Hello there how are you
This is all you have to do
Is speak directly to this person there
Rocking alone in her old rocking chair

Losing and arm or a leg, your hearing or sight
This to us is always, in aging, our plight
The sadness is much worse when left by herself, there
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

This is done with an old song ringing in my ears-“Rocking Alone in an Old Rocking Chair”
Sang by Hank Snow, written by Allen Carvell.

Monte L. Manka 03-23-2014