by Jennifer Watson

Created on: October 05, 2010   Last Updated: January 10, 2011

My daddy's chair

Now sits empty

My daddy's chair

Was once soft and bouncy

The rocker smooth and soothing

My daddy's chair held many a child with a tummy ache

Tears were dried and pain was healed

My daddy's chair so worn and old

Still sits in the place of honor

My mom sits there at night

To feel his love

To touch his memory

She will someday be gone

But for now she sits

In my daddy's chair

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