Rock-A-Bye Chair

Quite a dear old household treasure, This rock-a-bye cane seated chair; No arms to bump the baby’s head As we rocked with restful pleasure. Our darling babe so sweet and fair Liked this chair better than her bed.

The rock-a-bye chair served as well For a horse and buggy, or train, As it did to rock babes to sleep. Of the joy rides I'd like to tell As they come rushing through my brain, But my heart o’erflows and I weep.

Memories sweet, are also sad As the dear past I would relate. The baby hands holding so fast To mother’s eardrops, as she had, When the rickety rocking rate Became too rough for her at the last.

This old rocking chair now has squeaks, But still seems to accommodate As the favorite chair for all; And in its creaking to us speaks. We all choose it, as if ’twas fate Our childhood again to recall.

Rock-a-bye chair and mother’s lap, With the children we loved to hear As they gleefully rocked away. The switch with its sharp playful snap; The noise of laughter sweet and clear Would be a welcome sound today.

Rock-a-bye chair though very old Conveniently stands ready, For the folks and all of their friends To rest in real comfort they’re told. The old chair is strong and steady, And to our home distinction lends.