Grandad’s Chair Keeps Rocking
I feel him sitting there

Grandad’s Chair Keeps Rocking
The rocking chair was rocking, though no one sat in it,
Yet I swore I saw a ghostly glow quietly there for a bit.
I thought it must be Grandad, just letting us know he’s near.
His old chair often rocks, even when no one’s here.
No it doesn’t scare me; I simply smile and say,
Hi Grandad, how are you? like I would any day.
It’s only when there’s silence, and he doesn’t reply,
That I feel the ache inside me and can’t help but cry.
A medium once told me, He just wants to say hi.
He doesn’t mean to scare you,he’s only passing by.
So now I watch the rocking, and softly speak his name,
And in that quiet moment, I feel him just the same.

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