The Old Armchair
My mood mirrors the grey sky
as I turn the front door key,
relieved to shelter from the deluge.
All rooms look abandoned --
except Mam’s front room
It’s dated appearance
has an understated grandeur.
Gold velour drapes the window bay;
the sill is swamped with keepsakes.
A sheepskin rug, centre floor
hugs my feet into it’s deep pile.
Guests were once ushered in here
for cups of tea and cakes.
I still hear their chatter
warmed by laughter, until
the alien scrambled her mind
and visitors dwindled.
I doubt she’ll have any callers
at the nursing home.
I sift though drawers and shelves
-- supervise the gathering
of hospital equipment.
Two armchairs now stand alone,
the sofa has long been carried
into the garage, making space
for a downstairs bed.
I sit on the faded chair
of dappled velvet,
my mind sauntering
back through the years.
The room nudges me with reminiscences …
… courting days,
smooching on the sofa
breathless with love ...
…waiting here, with Dad
for my wedding car --
nerves gnawing me inside …
… cushioned on this chair
I nursed my baby boys
inhaling their honeyed fragrance …
… when over-feasted,
on Boxing Days,
we piled in here, drinking up
the cosy atmosphere.
Stroking familiar arms
for a final time,
the past wraps around me
so tears tumble
like the showers outside.
I sense a rush of warmth
-- a celestial embrace.
‘It’s only a chair, love’
‘I know, Dad --
a chair full of memories’
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Catyrose (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 03:14 am|
This is such a beautiful, though sad write. My mom went into a home awhile back. You expressed the way our family felt as we went through her belongings. I'd like to share this poem with my sister if you don't mind.
|Capricorn (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, February 21 2007, 09:29 am|
Thank you Caty -- it would be my pleasure if you shared this with your sister.It is a daunting task going through a parents belongings as it brings back so many memories.
|Robert (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, February 22 2007, 08:50 pm|
Quite a trip you've taken us down memory lane. Makes one stop and reflect... Thanks.
|Capricorn (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, February 23 2007, 12:15 am|
Yes -- clearing out my mum's house brought back all kinds of memories, since we moved there when I was 12yrs old.
|shiloh (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, December 17 2007, 06:13 am|
and i hope you kept that chair.
|Bipedalguy (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, December 17 2007, 01:40 pm|
when I had the same experience, and the emotions involved were probably much the same. I felt a strong sense of so many things having become a part of the past.
This is a beautiful write. Bipe
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