I love to rock
it soothes my soul
back and forth
forth and back
Then do it again and again

Slow or fast
sometimes in-between
sitting way up front
or curled into the back
It doesn’t much matter to me

I rock in the morning
I rock at night
I rock in the evening
and at dawn’s first light
Often I rock myself to sleep

I’m an old woman now
not much more to be said
except now I can rock
morning, noon and night
And no one can complain about that!