Lenny Pozner

Jul 09

Heaven’s Rocking Chair: A Poem by Ron Tranmer

Are there rocking chairs in Heaven
where little babies go?
Do the angels hold you closely
and rock you to and fro?

 

Do they talk silly baby talk
to get a smile or two,
and sing the sleepy lullabies
I used to sing to you?

My heart is aching for you,
My angel child so dear.
You brought such joy into my life,
the short time you were here.

 

I know you’re in a happy place,
and in God’s loving care.
I dream each night I’m rocking you
in Heaven’s rocking chair.

 

It’s my very favorite place.
I feel closer to you there.
We rock the hours away.
Me and your Teddy Bear.

 

The rocking chair is squeaking,
as rocking chairs will do.
I pretend the one I’m holding
isn’t Teddy Bear, but you.

 

I miss your little chubby cheeks.
They were so fun to kiss.
Cuddling you, and hearing you goo
are among the things I miss.

Precious memories of you linger

My child, I miss you so.

I hope one day my heart will heal.

It’s hard to let you go.

 

When in time God calls me home
to be with you up there;
With joy, I’ll hold you in my arms
instead of Teddy Bear.

 

This Poem was written By Ron Tranmer © The writer of this article does not claim ownership of the poem in any way but has chosen it from the internet for its relevance to the subject manner. This is a beautiful poem Mr. Tranmer. Thank you for sharing it with us.

 

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