This old chair has seen
Us through many chapters
Of our marriage,
In sickness and in health.
You slept many hours here
On your chemo days
For months on end.
I sought refuge here
In my final weeks of pregnancy
When I could no longer get comfortable.
In those early days of parenthood
I rocked our baby girls asleep.
In the intervening years
This old chair has held
The laundry we were too tired
To fold and put away.
Sometimes we talk about selling it
But as I sit in this old chair tonight
I realize that it’s part of our story,
So it shall remain a part of us.