I slip the moccasins on

By Duncan Mercredi
November 9, 2020

I slip the moccasins on
Gently rock the chair
One I bought on Osborne street
An antique store full of old memories
Left maybe be reclaimed or forgotten over time
Its stories gathering dust
Like that old rocking chair I bought
I slip the moccasins on
Slip into that old chair
Rocking to seek the story it holds
I try to imagine what she would have thought
While gently rocking
Only the hiss of a gas lamp in the background
Squinting at her handiwork
The click click of knitting needles
Imaging the pattern in her mind
Quiet conversations in the background
Tin stove glowing red
I slip the moccasins on
Sit in that old rocking chair
One I bought at an antique store on Osborne Street
Trying to remember that old song she hummed
As she gently rocked
Adjusting the shawl around her shoulders
Astum etaw
Through the mists of time she beckons me
Holding her tea cup towards me
I slip from the shadows
Refill her cup
Api etaw
She points to the space in front of her
Click click click
Tap tap tap
I slip the moccasins on
Sit in the chair
One I bought on Osborne street
From an antique store full of old memories
I try to imagine what she would have thought
While gently rocking in her old rocking chair

DRM/2020

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