IN MY ROCKING CHAIR

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IN MY ROCKING CHAIR

      While in my rocking chair
      I'm thinking of you:
      A tiny little fish
      Within my salty ocean.
      Where? 
      There?

      You had traveled all by yourself
       Then the two of you met    
       becoming one forever.
       Within my salty ocean.
       Where?
       There?

      My body,  now your home
      To float in and to grow!
      And by and by
      To punch, have hiccups,
      Marathons and kicks
      Within my salty ocean
      Where?
      There?

      Then I imagined us facing one another
      You and I strangers still.
      but related for all time.
      From my salty ocean.
      In my rocking chair.
      Where?
      There?

      I grew impatient
      You grew big
      You were kicking
      But not screaming
      Your silent moving was really all.
      In my rocking chair.
      Where? 
      There!!

         At long last you decided
         to take that harrowing plunge
         to forego that safest darkness
         and meet me in my sphere.
         Where?
         HERE!!

       You sucked for dear life
      While in my arms and safely in my rocking chair.
      We were meeting ev'ry second and
      Minute by minute day and night.
      Looking at you I wondered
      And am wondering still
      Will you value living?
      So much madness, insults, starvation and terror
      Where?
      There!
      EVERYWHERE!!
    
       Will you be safe?
       Will you stay healthy?
       Will you make friends?
       Will you trust and confide?
       Will our human separation
                    not leave you stranded and forever sad?
        Where?
        There!
 
        EVERYWHERE!!

        Then I started wishing
        From the bottom of my heart
        If only I could suckle
             all of humanity!
        And hold her to my breasts
        Cradle her in my arms
        In my rocking chair,  most tenderly.
        Nourish and enrich
        Kiss away pain, poverty and  despair,
        Ignorance, sickness, terror hate and war
        The ugliest things in life.
        To kiss and make it right
        For sweet humanity 
        In  all eternity.....
        Where?
        There! 
        EVERYWHERE!!
        

      

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TheInspiration commented on IN MY ROCKING CHAIR

08-09-2009

any1 dat has had children, carried them, bore them, & thn raised them wld truly appreciate this poem... as a mother of 3, i do... thnk u....

musicmade

08/14/2009

Thank you for your shrt-hnd cmmnts with once-in-a-while vwls!! I'll look up ur poetry.

wheelsal commented on IN MY ROCKING CHAIR

07-08-2009

A prayer of every mother. You have said it in a unique way. Nice read.........................................

dahlusion commented on IN MY ROCKING CHAIR

07-07-2009

A very unique concept in poetic form expressing the on-coming birth of a child—— well done, my friend!

devaamido commented on IN MY ROCKING CHAIR

06-25-2009

What a beautiful idea...to approach those different from us from the perspective of a mother with her new baby. Do you think Hillary Clinton can carry that off? Maybe you should send her your poem... at least give her the benefit of the doubt. Again a 10.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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