Tania Kitchin Poet Rhyme

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Through My Porch Door Window

When I look through my porch window my heart skips a beat
Looking at my leather chairs, and getting them home was a feat
Memories of my dad and our wonderful talks we had in those chairs
After he passed, they became mine as I look at them with tears

I think back to our wonderful talks and didn’t know it would our last
The last one in those chairs at his home, now so much time has passed
He was very ill and I did not realize his time was going to be so short
And soon he would be dying and with his choice of no life support

I inherited his leather chairs and then stored them away for several years
I decided to bring them home to my porch, safe from my cat scratching fears
I sometimes catch myself looking at them through my porch door window glass
My heart feels content, then my grief comes back but soon it does pass

I know my dad would be happy to know that I kept his beautiful leather chairs
And for sentimental reasons as he has now been gone over five years
I walk by those chairs several times a day to let my dog outside
And my emotions flip flop from joy to grief that doesn’t subside

My heart is happy to have my wonderful memories of my dad in my life
And our talks about my life, my work troubles and being a housewife
I know he would be proud of my choices and life changes I have made
I just wish God gave us more time together and my dad could have stayed

I will forever cherish my dad’s leather chairs and what they represent
The gift of my dad in my life and all the wonderful years together we spent

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Brenda Chiri December 2, 2025 at 10:08 PM Thank you for taking me thru memories and feeling as if a great tribute to your father! At times memories aren’t sweet but they still made sense in the moment! I could smell the leather chair…you took me back to my father and all the joy of being daddies baby girl….not all were joyous but lessons were taught in those moments! I wish I had spent more time with my dad! Girl you had me smiling at first lol… then tears and then smiling again. Thanks for sharing ..:) Tania Kitchin December 5, 2025 at 4:34 AM Brenda, thank you.

Tom Cunningham November 6, 2025 at 9:19 PM This is a beautiful tribute to your father Tania, he'd be so proud of you. Tom Tania Kitchin November 7, 2025 at 6:42 AM Tom, thank you.

Jerry T Curtis November 5, 2025 at 11:26 AM Hi Tania I put your beloved poem to music and would like to post it with your permission. I did my best to do it justice and not alter one word with the exception of "Leather(s)" I dropped the s. Hope you and your dad like it. Sincerely JT Tania Kitchin November 5, 2025 at 1:40 PM Jerry, I am very honored that you chose my poem and yes, I agree. Thanks for letting me know about that typo. Thank you so much!

Duke Beaufort October 20, 2025 at 7:50 AM Tania, it's clear you miss your dad and the fondness with which you speak of him is a way of keeping his memory alive. It's a remarkable poem. I'm glad the chairs are on display. He would probably like that a lot. Smiles!! Tania Kitchin October 20, 2025 at 3:52 PM Duke, thank you.

Shadow Hamilton October 16, 2025 at 5:37 AM how nice you have them to member happier days Tania I am so sorry for your lose just member the happiness of good times hugs Shadow Tania Kitchin October 16, 2025 at 3:29 PM Shadow, thank you.