The Rocking Chair

THE ROCKING CHAIR The sun is sinking slowly in the red sky Old man sits there rocking in his chair He gazes at the empty chair before him Thinking of the one who once sat there Remembering their sixty years together Remembering their happy wedding day Remembering things they used to share Remembering the day she passed away He smiles at some fleeting recollection His eyes flick to the mantelpiece above They see the framed picture of her face The face he’ll always very dearly love But then he sees her chair, it is moving It is slowly rocking just as once before He begins to think he must be dreaming She sits knitting in her chair once more She looks up and she gives him a smile He tells her ‘It’s not you, it cannot be’ She stares at him with eyes so familiar ‘My husband it is time you came to me’ The sun sinks slowly in a deep red sky Old man no longer rocking in his chair His last mortal thought was of his wife His mortal soul is in her loving care