our house is dark
as I lie in bed
the silence is broken
only by the sound
of a rocking chair
In that old rickety
chair you sit
holding Nathan tight
That same chair
where my mother rocked me
quieting tears in the night
That peaceful rhythm
back and forth
back and forth
over the hardwood floor
Our little son
was not the only one
you rocked to sleep
last night
Louis Copt
May 13, 1976
Two Eye Workshop 
Wow. Thank you!