Grandma's Chair

by Ruthie   Jun 13, 2006


It creaks from age
Old wood worn thin
Too many winters
Wrapped in its skin

So many memories
Held in its arms
The gentle hum grows
Singing its psalms

Of life's adventures
Of pain, of loss
All things new
Pass into faded gloss

Yet as times pass
It remains stable
Through the years
It's earned the label

"Comfortable, smooth
Always warm
Reliable, sturdy
In excellent form"

But it doesn't care
It just remembers
All the stories
By glowing ambers

The soft musk perfume
Old, gnarled hands
The chatter of children
Doing handstands

Watching in glee
As they grow old
Then move away
The house now cold

The two of them
Rocking in silence
Feeling her life
Hold on in defiance

Till finally she left
One bright afternoon
No more night knitting
No more soft tunes

Now Grandma's chair
Waits all alone
For someone to come
And bring it back home...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Awww thats such a lovely poem. thankyou somuch for sharing that. quite a lot in it reminds me of my gran :( you have such a wonderful way with words. well done xxxxxx

  • 17 years ago

    by Mustardhart

    I guess your style is lyrical. I enjoy them. They are profuse and tacky if i may say. You are good in this. Keep up the spirit

  • 17 years ago

    by christina marie

    Love this piece Ruth!! *hugs* Babes, you're such an amazing writer! LOVED the first stanza! It hooked me in at the get-go! Gosh, I love your pieces [Golly gee willikers, I say that a lot aswell!] I love you, hun!

    xox
    Lolli

  • 17 years ago

    by Always4You

    Wow Ruthie...I could really picture it!! Great job!! *hug*

  • 17 years ago

    by Poetvoices

    You hit my heart again! You really earned a 5/5 on this baby! Such a warm poem at heart, and EVERYONE can relate in SOME way.... I want some of Nannie's biscuits now!! See ya! Goin' to get fat(ter).
    Kristen

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