The Rocking Horse

Granny stole a rocking horse today
Its heart was rusted, exterior long decayed
And it cried all night, rocking back and forth
Wishing to be freed, from suffering on Earth

Everyday the floorboards would creak
And how my granny would shriek
“Why must it be my mind that breaks?”
Such is so when you’re a shriveled old grape

The rocking horse was made of glass
Which made the deed quick and fast
Granny didn’t want to hear it anymore, a swift kick and bitter words
One last breath disturbing the sleeping birds

But by morning there was a new rocking horse
And I hardly felt any remorse
A blackened toy rocking back and forth with all its worth
With my grandmother’s face, a new life birthed

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