the Rocking


She gave birth to me…having already believed in rickety chairs.

Having diluted her secrets like a paperback mystery.

Her book and dismembered seat have been passed down.

Her small moments of rocking back and forth…provided few victories.

Every now and again,

I will set myself to rocking…

it appears to soothe me.

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