That Precious Rocking Chair
I no longer have a rocking chair because its usefulness was over, but it meant the world to me at one time. Oh, the joy I experienced in that rocker. I sat and rocked in it and sang sweet love songs to each of my babies and grandbabies. I’d kiss their soft cheeks and take…
I’m a Rock Singer
Not exactly. I’m a Rocker Singer. I remember those days as if they were yesterday. When my children and grandchildren were babies, I treasured the times I spent rocking them to sleep, singing soft lullabies that lulled them into baby dreamland. Oh, the sweet bliss! I vividly recall how I felt when I sang over…
That Precious Rocking Chair of Peace
I no longer have a rocking chair because its usefulness was over, but it meant the world to me at one time. Oh, the joy I experienced in that rocker. I sat and rocked in it and sang sweet love songs to each of my babies. I’d kiss their soft cheeks and take deep breaths…