Grandma's Chair

It stands in the corner, so dark and forlorn

Seems to have stood there since Adam was born

The screws have worked loose, paint now is so thin

This is the rocker that Granny sat in

When she was around, she'd sure make it go

When knitting or sewing, she'd rock to and fro

He hair, she had tied up into a bun

If the cat saw here there he'd take off and run

She ruled the house from in that same chair

And dished out her orders to anyone there

Grandfather's life, she made it a hell

He had to come running when she rang her bell

She had a sixth sense, she knew what you think

And manys the time she would give us a wink

But under it all is a soft-hearted wench

Loved making cakes on her work-worn bench

Now grannies passed on, I'll restore her old chair

Getting it ready for when I loose my hair

And have it all ready for when I get old

Then I can do my own rock and roll.