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As I sit in my great grandmother's antique rocking chair,
OVERPOWERING,
every squeak, screech, squeal, creak, and cry emitted from that memory,
is like a jump start,
causing my brain to skip, skitter, spring from one flashback to the next,
broke my arm,
stepped on a nail,
stuck in the barbed wire fence,
I begin to laugh, "That was when me and Megan tried to crawl under our back fense to try and catch one of our neighbors horses with some rope,"
I didn't remember the excrutiating pain,
I remembered the calming affect the constant, consistent, homogenous, back and forth rocking motion,
being embedded in my mom's curing, encouraging, succoring, soothing arms,
smell of sweat on her brow from cooking, cleaning, pushing laundry through and trying her best to keep us kids out of trouble,
hoping to have 2 seconds of free time to spend with her "gifts from God," as she refers to us,
how did I get so lucky?
.....
What a powerful rocking chair...hmm...*runs off to go give mom a hug*
OVERPOWERING,
every squeak, screech, squeal, creak, and cry emitted from that memory,
is like a jump start,
causing my brain to skip, skitter, spring from one flashback to the next,
broke my arm,
stepped on a nail,
stuck in the barbed wire fence,
I begin to laugh, "That was when me and Megan tried to crawl under our back fense to try and catch one of our neighbors horses with some rope,"
I didn't remember the excrutiating pain,
I remembered the calming affect the constant, consistent, homogenous, back and forth rocking motion,
being embedded in my mom's curing, encouraging, succoring, soothing arms,
smell of sweat on her brow from cooking, cleaning, pushing laundry through and trying her best to keep us kids out of trouble,
hoping to have 2 seconds of free time to spend with her "gifts from God," as she refers to us,
how did I get so lucky?
.....
What a powerful rocking chair...hmm...*runs off to go give mom a hug*