Old kitchen chairs
scuffed and scratched
their finish worn off
where once
small hands clutched
Old kitchen chairs
display
the wounds from toddlers
who stood with spoon
or toy pounding music
upon
the wooden chairs
These chairs with sturdy
legs have supported a
growing
child's weight
they have been
a crutch
to lean upon during those
first uncertain steps
Each time I consider
replacing them for a
newer polished model
each chair I see brings
a fond
memory
each mark
each wound
a reminder to me
of growth and change
from youth
to maturity
Old kitchen chairs
are brief reminders
of family events
that we have shared
written by Pauline
April 16, 2007
6 comments:
tells of the sacred places we love and we wish we can relive. Its amazing how you can focus into a small corner of the world, the heart and come out with a majestic telling. Excellent.
Every scar is a memory.
So many beautiful memories!! Thank you for sharing!
This is beautiful, Pauline. I don't think I'll ever see another kitchen chair and not think of this!
I loved this post Pauline, reading it brought back a flood of memories of our little kitchen in Nova Scotia where I grew up. My Dad would regale us with stories of his youth and growing up. I just wish I could remember all the wonderful stories he told in that kitchen.
A Blessed day is wished for you
this poem reminds me to enjoy the moments of little ones being little ones. that i'll look back at my wooden chairs and see the character in them created by my boys. thank you!
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