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If I Were a Chair, What Kind Would I Be?

by Elizabeth Van Cleve (December 16, 2009)

I am a rocking chair

with a comfortable cushion

I am where storybooks are read

by mamas to their children

older children to their siblings

grandmothers to their grandchildren

I rock babies to sleep

cuddled within loving arms

against a warm and tender beating heart

I move with those seated with me

we become one rhythm

one flowing movement

of life

I am old, traditional

a chair that doesn't need replacing

I am a welcomed part

of the family

I am where my children go

to work things out

rock off their cares

I am sturdy

I am strong

The times spent with me

are remembered

always

I move around the house

the living room, the family room

the bedroom

I go where the people are

where family lives

I am loved, because

I am unique

the only chair like me

yet, I don't rock alone

I am all about 

others, sharing time with them

I am all about 

us, sharing memories

even when the one who visits me

thinks she's all alone.