for my son

Rocking Horse

Grandpa made your rocking horse
with loving hands and sweat.
You were such a little man
and thought it was your pet

With just a little help
you'd climb upon it's back.
You couldn't even reach the pegs
but still you had the knack.

Crickety crick, crickety crick
you'd rock the horse with glee
It never really mattered
that it wasn't pedigree

 

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Susan Jarvis
A song from the soul that conjures up a heartful of emotion vested in a beautiful bond. :)

narain, jay p.
nice poem.

Linda Winchell
I remember having a rocking horse as well. But it was a store bought one I'm quite sure. I hope you don't get rid of yours. God bless