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My grandparents empty farmhouse
after they had passed on

~ The Empty Rocking Chair ~


The old farmhouse is empty now
Worn and tired just like the plow
The roof shingles are wethered
too
There was a time when they were new

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Noisy doors - hinges worn
Blowing wind - a sight forlorn
Broken windows where sunshine played
Its too bad - they could have stayed

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Most everything is gone away
The swing where children used to play
There is one thing that they forgot
It moves about - "Forget me not"

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There it is - its on the porch
Standing still all by itself
Rocking gently in the breeze
As if to say - "Won't you please"

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The old farmhouse is empty now
Folks have long since gone
Left behind is the rocking chair
And memories of a silent song

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