The Old Rocking Horse.

The Old Rocking Horse.

A Poem by Marie

She sat up on him each new day

Rocking all her cares away

Holding tight onto his rein

Admiring his thick, long black mane

 

She told him all her joy and sorrow

He knew he was her favourite toy

Together they went on many a trip

up and away as she held a tight grip

 

Time traveled on, she came no more

Too big he supposed, it hurt to the core

Sitting alone in this dusty dark room

just staring ahead in the gathering gloom

 

One day the door opened, his heart swelled with pride

as into the room ran a very small child

Too small to get up, Mommy helped her, of course

Bringing happiness back to the old rocking horse


© 2024 Marie


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Marie, part sad, part smiling with the departure from childhood and the seemingly turning away from 'friends', the essence if littlies, adventuring on and with their toys. each a lesson. Your words reminded me that in my loft is a large box of cuddlies that used to be with me either night or day, they comforted and smiled with me.. they were my first loves outside the birth family. Your words show a true heart and thought, Marie, yet sadly beautiful.

'One day the door opened, his heart swelled with pride
as into the room ran a very small child
Too small to get up, Mommy helped her, of course
Bringing happiness back to the old rocking horse'

If only that was always true Thank you, dear Marie.. very much.

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Marie

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Hello dear Emma and a very Good evening to you. I am indebted to you for so kindly reading this poem.. read more



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Old toys never die. Like many gay people, they just come out of the closet.

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Marie

1 Week Ago

Thank you for reading and for your unusual, but very witty comment, dear J. B...
Ah, this was so sweet with rustic nostalgia and charm. Wasn't so long ago my youngest was riding her rocking horse. It was a fancy deal, upholstered leather saddle and faux fur mane and tail. Time passes so quickly! I enjoyed this. F. Question. Is the first line of the third quatrain supposed to be "Trim"? It seemed like it might have been intended as "time". Not a big deal just thought it might be a typo.

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Marie

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Oh, I am indebted to you for both reading and for your wonderful comment and also for so kindly poin.. read more
Fabian G. Franklin

1 Week Ago

You as well, my friend. Bless.
Marie

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Thank you, my friend. Blessings returned in abundance, Fabian...
wow finely written
the old rocking horse
would use to enjoy the company of a friend who rides on his back
they share joys and pains and lot of memories
till the end he was waiting
a very lovely writing
i enjoyed reading every bit of it

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Marie

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Hello Tumi and thank you for reading and for your very encouraging comment on this poem. I am so ple.. read more
tumi

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You are very much welcome
Marie

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Thank you so v---e---r---y much, Tumi...
Aw that is so sweet dear Marie. What a lovely heart-warming tale. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

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Marie

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Good evening, dear red93 and thank you for reading and for your very encouraging comment. So pleased.. read more
Marie, part sad, part smiling with the departure from childhood and the seemingly turning away from 'friends', the essence if littlies, adventuring on and with their toys. each a lesson. Your words reminded me that in my loft is a large box of cuddlies that used to be with me either night or day, they comforted and smiled with me.. they were my first loves outside the birth family. Your words show a true heart and thought, Marie, yet sadly beautiful.

'One day the door opened, his heart swelled with pride
as into the room ran a very small child
Too small to get up, Mommy helped her, of course
Bringing happiness back to the old rocking horse'

If only that was always true Thank you, dear Marie.. very much.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie

1 Week Ago

Hello dear Emma and a very Good evening to you. I am indebted to you for so kindly reading this poem.. read more
This is beautiful. So much heart and joy here, Marie.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie

1 Week Ago

Thank you so very much for kindly reading and for your very kind comment. Hope you enjoyed reading,.. read more
This makes me feel a little bit of both joy and pain. Of course we outgrow our toys and move on to other things. The old rocking horse is abandoned, left to collect dust on it's rider-less saddle. How lucky that it's not stowed in the attic or sold at a yard sale. Hoorah! His heart does, indeed, swell with pride when the new rider comes and makes him useful and relevant again. I can soooo relate to this old horse. As soon as I understood the gist of this amazing poem, Peter, Paul, and Mary began to sing in my ear, "Puff the magic dragon". Sadly, Puff experienced no second chance... or did he?

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff, that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave

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Marie

1 Week Ago

Aaaaaawwww! My eyes filled up with tears when you recited "Puff The Magic Dragon", Sam. I loved Puff.. read more
Samuel Dickens

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I've been a great lover of folk music since about 13. When I began learning the guitar, "Puff" was a.. read more
Marie

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Aaawww! It is a very special song from a very special time, Sam. Thank you for sharing...

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Added on July 10, 2024
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