The Old Rocking Chair....

[chrisy]

Sitting alone in an old rocking chair,
I saw an old mother with silvery hair,
She seemed so neglected by those who should care,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

Her hands were all calloused and wrinkled and old,
A life of hard work was the story they told,
And I thought of the angels as I saw her there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

Bless her old heart do you think she'd complain,
Thou' life has been bitter she'd live it again,
And carry that cross that is more than her share,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart,
Just some small rememberance on somebody's part,
A letter would brighten her empty life there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

I know some young children in an orphan's home,
Who'd think they owend heaven is she was their own,
They'd never be willing to let her sit there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

I look at her and I think what a shame,
The ones who forgot her she loves just the same,
And I think of the angels as I see her there,
Rocking alone in an old rocking chair.

[Clarencen]

WE now see our mother, she always was there.
We took her for granted,
WE just didn't care,
Rocking along in her old rocking chair.

Our mother is gone now,
It just wasn't fair.
We see now, just how much she did care.
Rocking along in her old rocking chair.