197. THE ROCKING CHAIR

197.

THE ROCKING CHAIR

It was old but still beautiful, 

like me, I think.

The rocking chair, 

family heirloom, 

where I soothed and cuddled 

our wee babes.

And

where my mother-in-law

rocked the infant version

of the man I love,

a lifetime ago.

And today 

we gave it away.

No room for it

in the life 

we’re preparing for.

I loved that chair

and now it’s gone.

This decade of life

for the letting go

of things,

of memories,

of people.

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