Waiting
Posted: Friday, June 18, 2010
by Richard Radtke
http://www.cottagebythelane.com
I came across it the other day, although perhaps that is the wrong way to describe it. I did not really come across it, for that denotes it was hidden away, forgotten It was not It sits in the guest room of our large house, the room rarely visited, except to be dusted and the linens changed. The old rocker has not changed much over the years although it probably has a few more scratches and scuffs. The finish is worn to a high gloss and it seems much smaller than I remember it from my youth. It sits in the corner of the room by a window with the rays of the morning suns dancing across it. They scatter and throw its shadow on the polished floor, pushing through its spindled back and laying them out as exaggerated shadows that splay across the floor.
After I married it tagged along with us, not really used, but it was a part of me I guess, a part I did not want to lose, and it sat, rarely used but always waiting. Its familiar creaks and rhythmic squeaks as the rockers moved back and fourth across the floor not heard except on those rare times I absentmindedly sat down in it and made it sing. When our first son came it was moved to his room and began life anew, its purpose reborn, and a new life to rock to sleep. Many times it rocked in the night, calming a restless child held in its parents arms, its rhythmic sounds background for a lullaby
It is still there, waiting, and now that child I used to hold in my arms and rock to sleep has grown into a strong young man, he has a wife, and they have a child on the way. I would like to say he would like this rocker for their child, but they have already bought their own. So this one will stay where it is for now, which is sad as it has waited so long
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)I'm glad you've kept the chair. Maybe it's waiting for you to sit in it again...
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