A chair sits on a crumbling porch
It sways back and forth
Day and night
Its never ending creaking
No one sits in that chair
But someone use to
An old lady
Who lived in the old house
She was kind and gentle
She told the best stories
Kids loved her
As they would a grandmother
But she died suddenly
She died while rocking in the chair
She had a heart attack
Everyone cried that day
Now all that's left of her
Is her house and her chair
Both old
And the chair continues to sway.
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Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED
PoetryJust a bunch of random poems about anything that comes to mind. Completed.-editing at the moment but completed. please tell me if there are any speller or grammar mistakes. Thanks. Book 1 of Poems From The Series
