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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Love (04/27/06)

TITLE: Love is a Rocking Chair
By Dana Cooper
04/27/06


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Love is a Rocking Chair.

Love is one of the worlds hardest defined words.
We can get a dictionary and read what it means
but it has comes in so many forms.

When I think of love I am reminded
Of waiting for the birth of my first baby.
We went out to the unpainted furniture store
and my husband bought me the nicest rocking chair.
We picked out the exact wood and then
went on to choose a color to stain it.
That rocking chair sat in my living room waiting
for the day we brought our baby home.

I can remember the rocking chair my mother
had when I was little.
The floors of our home were wood and waxed
to a glossy shine.
When you rocked the creaks could be heard the whole
house over.
There were many days that I sat in the rocker
just to make it creak.

My mother rocked many grandchildren in her rocking chair.
I can visualize the wood spindles that made up its frame.
I can still see the maple color of the wood.
I remember many a night a colicky
baby was rocked until it calmed, the
creaking and back and forth motion lulling it to sleep.

I suppose I equate love with rocking chairs because
only love stays up all night with a little helpless
one. And I cannot imagine a home without one.

I cannot forget the warm ,fuzzy, teary feeling
that came over me when I snuggled down
in my rocking chair with my baby.
Nor can I imagine the emptiness when the
babies are all grown up and gone.

Maybe just maybe I can sit in
my rocking chair and look back at all the
memories and listen to the creaking
and count my blessings.


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Steve Uppendahl05/04/06
Wow. Powerful piece. I love how you incorporate memories into your piece. Excellent.

We bought a recliner that we've used for our two girls. Before that, I walked miles (literally) around our kitchen island singing to our colicky daughter. Thanks for the memories.
Del Gibbs05/05/06
Wow! Talk about bringing back a flood of memories. Our rocker had springs that would squeek and creak. I would give my wife a break some nights by rocking our kids to sleep. Now, my baby girl is graduating from High School and soon the nest will be empty. I'm really not looking forward to that day.
Lindy Jones05/06/06
Love is sacrificial... perhaps you didn't realise it as you wrote this piece, but what stood out to me(crazy the things we take away from certain pieces, huh??)was the point of the sacrifices of parenting. You're right, there are certainly those night as a mother that you rock your babe to sleep, when their sick, when they just need the comfort of your arms... or in your case the rocking motion from your rocking chair. Thanks for sharing!
Jan Kamp05/07/06
Beautiful expression of your memories and feelings - and just in time for Mother's Day.
Edy T Johnson 05/10/06
You picked the perfect title. This is love so tangible! I think this is the first time I have heard a rocking chair deliver a beautiful sermon. Thank you for all the touching word pictures.
Jessica Schmit05/11/06
What a beautiful story. You really displayed what love truly looks like. Good job.