There it sits.
The Rocking chair
I grew up in.
Mom's lap so comfortable and inviting
I sit down, stare out in the yard she so loved
The Yellow Dandelions, her Favorite color
The Sunflowers she grew with those green thums
The occassional car, Passer by that would always look her way
For she was a fixture
In her Rocking Chair
She's gone having passed to a better place
Though always loved you'll always be missed