The Rocking Chair

"What is it with you and the rocking chair?
Why don't you like the chair anymore?" She asks again
"I can't tell you, you wouldn't know"
"If only the world could see what I Could
Maybe then would've they known
Where all their missing socks go
Where all their misplaced pens go,
Little did I know
How getting lost in the deserted stuff
Would cause so much of chaos
I never wanted to be haunted by anything
Just take me back to the road back home"
"But daughter you have to tell me
who it is that scares you
I'll ask him to go away from here
Will that help you overcome your fear?"
"Mom it's him, it's always him,
The one who stops rocking as soon as I come in
The one who smiles only at me
The one who talks to me like I do
The one who is standing on the doll you hate too"
"Who is it my daughter?
Whom do i hate?
Tell me girl, who is it
Being scared is not your fate"
"Honey, you've gotta understand
Your daughter was dead 6 year ago
And never did you find her body
Sometimes you just need to let go"
"But i know i can see my daughter
I can talk to my girl
Where is that doll i had made for her
Only then would i know how her thoughts whirl"
"Oh sorry, i stamped on it
Here it is you can have it back"
Saying that he turned to go out again
Until she called him to look back
At least a peaceful death would've done her fine
Death on the rocking chair was worse than mine.

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