Glories of a Rocking Chair

Mornings outside on the porch, sun pouring in.
The breeze that cools in the afternoon.
Into the night, rocking.

O’ the glories of a rocking chair.
How it glides and slides, relieving plagues of worry.
Strong arms that hold me in, a movement that keeps my heart still.
Rocking that distracts fear.
Rest it brings and peace it provides.

Sitting in a chair and rocking next to him.
Time seems to slow and slip by unannounced.
Defenses down, hearts open.