The Chair

To the one who sat here so very long ago Rooted, I daresay, with so many things to sow Your needlework is etched upon the faded fabric Where the story you convey, is interwoven magic Between the struts and arched divide Your back you laid, with a family by your side Each picture on this chair depicts a child you had And a smiling husband that made you feel so glad As years move on and life succumbs to change No longer babes, they're all grown up and in the adult stage When ceased your work and time you have To craft upon the chair, those pictures sewn with love Baby's boots upon the pins, a granny you'll be soon A time to dress those tiny feet, count toes and really croon But happiness and loss will at times go hand in hand Those tears of joy are certain to make the grief disband You sit and stitch upon this chair, your work so fair and neat Now the story on this fabric is ended and complete I wonder at this chair I bought, to see myself sit there Content with thread and needle, affixed to this old chair