The day has ended 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 I lie in

The day has ended
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

 

 

 

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