She carried her child with care;
Rocking, waiting, feeling her inside,
In her maple-wood rocking chair,
Mesmerized, anticipating her angel. 

She nurtured her angel as one,
Until she held her little miracle.
Her baby suckled her breast;
She quietly rocked her angel to sleep.

Through the first, unsteady day,
To the restless, last day of school,
She watched each child grow too fast.
She prayed, in her maple-wood rocking chair.

Each child stepped out into the world.
She has been there through marriages,
Careers, grandchildren, laughter, tears,
Finding solace in her maple-wood rocking chair.

Now, she looks through her family album
Lost in memories, pictures of first moments, Living by heart, wrapped up in her shawl
Full of grace in her maple-wood rocking chair.