Linda Winchell

Rookie - 31 Points (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

' Daddy's Wooden Chair' - Poem by Linda Winchell

There's an old wooden chair by the roses,
Where my Daddy went and sat.

He would go there every morning,
And with God, would sit and chat.

Daddy's gone now some years ago,
But I still can see him there.
In his old time tattered,
Rose garden wooden chair.

I now sit there and remember,
Those times I had with him.
And ask God for daddy's protection,
knowing He forgave him, of his sins.

'I miss you my Dearest Daddy,
You were my closest friend.'
You showed me love and kindness,
Of which that, I always would depend.

I sometimes feel you by my side,
As I sit and reminisce.
I feel your arms embrace me,
And the tenderness of your gentle kiss.

I've kept your chair in the yard,
To remind me that you were here.
And now I take your place in it,
Knowing you and God are near.


Comments about ' Daddy's Wooden Chair' by Linda Winchell

  • Tom Billsborough (8/19/2016 3:36:00 AM)


    This is a very beautiful tribute to your Dad. i find it very moving. I like the
    symbol of the Garden chair. You must feel in communion with him
    when you sit there. (Report) Reply

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  • Sumit Ganguly Sumit Ganguly (10/10/2015 10:09:00 AM)


    Hi Linda, Thank you for the beautiful poem. It will be liked by all, through generations. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (9/15/2014 5:25:00 PM)


    Excellent. There's nothing I can say, it's a perfect poem. I really live it. Reminds me of Thomas Cowherd's 'My Old Arm Chair.'. Also Eliza Cook's 'The Old Arm-chair.' Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (9/15/2014 5:01:00 PM)


    Excellent. There's nothing I can say, it's a perfect pome. I really live it. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (9/3/2014 11:53:00 PM)


    A wonderfully beautiful poem, bringing tears to my eyes, reminding me of my own Dad's chair. In the livingroom, where he would sit and read the paper to us, and ask us how to spell different words. It didn't last long in reality, but has stood the test of time in a memory. Thank you for eliciting that image of the chair and placing it in your poem. Great write, very touching and tenderly shown in this poem with a rose. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Shirley Hanley (12/22/2009 5:03:00 PM)


    How really beautiful, this tribute to your Dad. I'm fortunate... mine is still living at age 89. I'm sure your words here would touch his soul. (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq Ashraful Musaddeq (6/3/2009 8:53:00 PM)


    An amazing honor to daddy.
    So lovely and touching poem.
    I love the last stanza most.
    10++ with pleasure. (Report) Reply

  • Bassam Takatkah (5/13/2009 9:40:00 AM)


    fine poem, full of feeling toward that man.... the backbone of family... the tough and tender... thanks for this poem that expresses in my opinion everybody of us. (Report) Reply

  • Myrtle Thomas Myrtle Thomas (4/19/2009 3:01:00 PM)


    I agree this is such a touching poem, it pulled the heart strings.Your visuals painted such a grand picture by the roses sits the chair.I loved this one.i wrote one about my mom called (The Worn Mirror) it is along those same lines of memory. (Report) Reply

  • jENNY lIND (1/28/2009 1:47:00 PM)


    This is a very touching poem using marvelous symbolism of your father's chair.
    I really like the image of the chair and how it alone brings evokes a person. It's
    an excellent work. (Report) Reply

  • Carl Harris (1/20/2009 9:22:00 PM)


    The idea for this poem is a very good one, Linda, and it expresses many beautiful thoughts about your late father and the memories of him you still hold dear. This poem is essentially written in the quatrain form with the 2nd and 4th lines rhyming.
    The first verse appears to be split up into couplets which do not rhyme, but if they were put together in a four line verse, like the rest of the poem is, they would be fine, and the 2nd and 4th lines do rhyme. In what should be the 3rd verse, you had some trouble rhyming the line ending words 'him' and 'sins' which do not rhyme. A simple solution to that is writing your 2nd line like this: 'The times I had with him, his grins, ...' Do that, and you have a natural rhyme for 'sins' without harming the integrity of that second line. The reason I've said all of this is that I liked this poem and especially that closing verse, which is quite beautifully expressed. Carl. (Report) Reply

  • Kimber Harrison (1/20/2009 6:46:00 PM)


    It's really sweat. :) It's really good and I love how you had such a close relationship with your dad. (Report) Reply

  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir Naseer Ahmed Nasir (11/21/2008 9:48:00 AM)


    A beautiful heart-dissolving poem. (Report) Reply

  • Danzen D. (11/20/2008 5:20:00 AM)


    Got tears while reading this. It's very wonderful...scenes of a cute little girl giggling in her father's lap while in a wooden chair flash through me. I could also almost see the author looking at the chair, sitting on it, looking up in the sky, smiling, eyes closed and feel someone smiling back... (Report) Reply

  • Reshma Ramesh (10/28/2008 1:11:00 PM)


    oh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! this is sooooooo beautiful.........nice, neat and well penned (Report) Reply

  • David Threadgold David Threadgold (9/23/2008 3:26:00 PM)


    Hi LInda. A truly wonderful tribute thanks for sharing it with us. Regards Dave T. (Report) Reply

  • Emily Oldham Emily Oldham (9/7/2008 2:52:00 AM)


    This poem is beautiful. It really touched me.
    Thanks
    Athena xx (Report) Reply

  • ... Dog God 8hate ... Dog God 8hate (9/6/2008 11:17:00 PM)


    A vicarious trek through sentimental expression, as I read personal parallels
    and circumstance...I too was touched. Too bad the sacred moment was subject to (such) pedantic opinion, further back in posts...hmmm, Sherrie-e-e's (my possessive) . (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Blakemore (9/1/2008 5:14:00 PM)


    This is a really beautiful poem Linda and deeply touching. Best wishes, Andrew (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 28, 2009


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