The two rocking chairs
became a metronome
as they pushed forward
and back on a wide, white, wooden porch.
A mother and daughter
watching the sunset,
drinking cold, crisp ice tea.
Memories seem to resurface
as the common day is discussed.
of when her daughter was young.
“Do you remember
when we use to
go on adventures together out here?
We’d play pretend all afternoon.
We fought and conquered the world.
Dressing up as pirates, queens, and knights!
You’d soar up into the sky
as I pushed you on that swing right there.
You always wanted to go higher and higher!
You were so fearless.” her mother said.
“I wasn’t always fearless,
remember when I was scared of the thunder?
Its loud roaring scared me,
rattling the windows and shaking the walls.
I’d run to your room and get into bed with you.
It didn’t matter how late it was
you would whisper in my ear
a quiet song…
I can’t remember what it was.
But, you sang that song until we both fell asleep.
I’ll never forget that.”
said the daughter.
The mother began to sing…
“The storm is rough, but our hearts beat slow.
I’ll always be here to hold you close.
Close your tired eyes
and dream of bright blueskies….”
The daughter joined in….
“Softly drift into a dream, where there I’ll always be.”