This Little Chair
This little chair
Tiny and brown
Evokes feelings that might weigh some people down
This little chair
Was flung against a wall
As it broke into pieces
My little heart broke as well
This little chair
Was lovingly repaired
I wish my heart had been as easy to repair
This is the chair my Grandpa Bill made for me before I was born. It’s 55 years old. He’s the one who repaired it that summer night in 1967 just before I was 2. I still have my little brown chair.
“Evokes feelings that might weigh some people down…” – This is heavy, yet so beautiful.
The way you connected the breaking of the chair with the breaking of your heart, is so moving.
Thank you for sharing the memories of this little chair, an inanimate object with such personality.
Thank you for your kind words!
A chair made in love. It can be damaged. It may not be the same, but it can endure. The original sentiment will always be there, that can never be taken away. It survived. You survived. I’m grateful for that. LYS
That little chair has been a source of strength for me! LYS
Lori, your poem has inspired me to write about my mother’s little chair that I inherited when she passed away in December. What great inspiration we are to each other in this group. Love this so much.
I’m so glad this little piece inspired you! That’s the highest praise! I look forward to reading about your little chair!!