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Rickety Rocking Chair
Braided baby blonde hair
Swinging on a rocking chair
Too big for her
Too noisy
Rickety
Mom and dad take her off
Her rickety rocking chair
Tangled long, baby blonde hair
Knotted on a rocking chair
Too big for her
But smaller than she last sat there before
Clinging to the rail
With strands of matted ponytail
Mom and dad go running
To the rickety rocking chair
Screaming as it splintered there
Axe between the seat
Where she used to sing
On her rickety rocking chair
Too big for her
Too noisy
Rickety
Her beautiful rocking chair
Clenched in each hand
Every jagged end
Trying to mend
Herself again
And as she rocked upon the rubble
Of her rickety rocking chair
She sung up there
With ripped out hair
“Don’t you dare, throw me off
my rickety rocking chair.”
Swinging on a rocking chair
Too big for her
Too noisy
Rickety
Mom and dad take her off
Her rickety rocking chair
Tangled long, baby blonde hair
Knotted on a rocking chair
Too big for her
But smaller than she last sat there before
Clinging to the rail
With strands of matted ponytail
Mom and dad go running
To the rickety rocking chair
Screaming as it splintered there
Axe between the seat
Where she used to sing
On her rickety rocking chair
Too big for her
Too noisy
Rickety
Her beautiful rocking chair
Clenched in each hand
Every jagged end
Trying to mend
Herself again
And as she rocked upon the rubble
Of her rickety rocking chair
She sung up there
With ripped out hair
“Don’t you dare, throw me off
my rickety rocking chair.”
Published 13th Aug 2021
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