Mama's Chair

(Mike McCornack)

Late in the evening with my book and my bear,
The lights have dimmed and there's sleep in the air.
Oh, how I treasure the moments we share,
When we sit and snuggle in my mamma's chair.

Lullaby, rock-a-bye, gently slowly,
Wrap me warmly in your loving care,
Time moves oh so slowly there,
When we're rocking in my mamma's chair.

It's an old oak rocker,
But it's solid and strong.
Its' cushion is soft and its' memory long.
Years ago my grandma rocked my mamma there,
There's something special 'bout my mamma's chair.

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