Rebecca Masri

 

 

Rebecca says, "My Grandma was the real writer in our family and this poem is about her life growing up as second eldest of sixteen children living in a two room shack".

 
Keys To A Kingdom
 
I close my eyes and I'm there. There's that old rocking chair.
And an old faded picture fills my mind.
I'm back home once more. Children playing on the floor
A lifetime of memories I find.
Memories that linger, I find I'm heaven bound
Asking do you know our Mom and Dad who spread their love around?
And do you know their children, sixteen had made a flock
And about our little house that had a door without a lock.
So softly he answered, many things I do recall.
An old rocking chair, a faded picture on the wall.
A dented little bucket that held water from a well
And worn out overhauls that hung upon a rusty nail.
I know she rocked the cradle through many sleepless nights
And I've seen their tiny lamp that was their only light
Like the little shepherd watching over his flock
Memories of a little house that had a door without a lock.
They found the keys to a kingdom, a mansion on a hill.
There's that old rocking chair, she rocks the cradle still.
The door is always open, a mirror for them to see
The image that reflects the love that's all a part of me.
Their image that reflects the love that's all a part of me.
Signed
The Carpenter



 
 
Rebecca Masri was born March 8, 1973 in Canton, Ohio. She graduated from the University of Phoenix with a BA in psychology. Her first novel is being published in August 2012. Rebecca says, "My Grandma was the real writer in our family and this poem is about her life growing up as second eldest of sixteen children living in a two room shack".