My grandmother’s rocker sat by the wall,
Of her livingroom so no one would fall.
Over this chair so lovely and fine,
She loved it to death, this grandma of mine.
She called a nursing chair and she said,
Mothers would use it while nursing before bed.
It had no arms to get in the way,
Of nursing a baby – who does that today?
This rocker was small and very petite,
The rocker had woven reed for a seat.
I only wish I had gotten this chair,
But unfortunately I wasn’t the heir.