I am sorry that I never read this before today. Your poem breathes a wistfulness that is palpable. The way you describe the 'thousands of hours' spent in the chair that has become almost a family member; much like a favourite 'stuffed animal'. Despite the signs of wear and tear the feel of the fabric still takes you back to those wonderful memories. Times when the chair seemd so much larger than today - now its kept as a keepsake and heirloom to be lovingly past down to a daughter perhaps. Maybe she will learn her mothers love of literature and fabric?
Congratulations on this nostalgic write - a dedication to more than a piece of old furniture, a dedication to an integral part of your history.