' Daddy's Wooden Chair' Poem by Linda Winchell
' Daddy's Wooden Chair'
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.
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...
It's really sweat. :) It's really good and I love how you had such a close relationship with your dad.
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.
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.
Hi Linda, Thank you for the beautiful poem. It will be liked by all, through generations.
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.
Excellent. There's nothing I can say, it's a perfect pome. I really live it. Thanks.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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oh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! this is sooooooo beautiful.........nice, neat and well penned