The Chair Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

The rocking chair on the porch
Was old and worn
Most of the shine
Had long since dulled
By rain and many seasons
But it was her favorite chair
And more comfortable
Then any she ever owned

On sunny days
When the snow
Didn't cover most of the land
She'd take an old book
From the library shelf
And with a pair of glasses
Bought at the dollar store
Go outside
And read until night fell

These days
The book shelves are empty
And the house
Has an old musty smell
You know…
Like something
That has lain around
For a long time

But when the wind blows
The old rocking chair
Rocks back and forth
Creaking in an old voice
That is calling out
For a friend
Who has long since
Gone away