| Her Rocking Chair |
| dedicated to Great Grandma Scott and Aunt Eliza |
| Sitting in her rocking chair, I remember her face and sweet smelling hair The way she laughed brought a smile to my face, and the way she made my dresses with pink lace With all the memories I have with her, most of them will become a blur But it doesn't matter to me if they aren't there, because I will still sit in her rocking chair |