My Nana‘s rocking chair,
by Barbara Dean Aliaga
66 years since Nana left
It’s in this chair I hold
Her love, her laugh,
Her hugs, her embrace
This chair is my memory place.
In Nana’s eyes I could do no wrong,
Her smile would broaden,
Her eyes twinkle, yes , yes!
Her eyes sent bolts of love
This chair is my mourning dove.
She painted this chair canary yellow,
A sunshine message to all
To cheer her 6-year old daughter,
(Fatherless), after her husband’s passing.
This chair is a lesson in surpassing!
She rented out two floors of her home.
And made long-lasting friends of both.
Her laughter came yet also no-nonsense opine.
Yet back to laughter she rose.
This chair is my favorite repose.
I was ten when she left
But she’s with me everyday
to let me know, she loves that I’m unique
In all the universe and creation,
This chair is my communication.
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