This particular piece is inspired off a piece of furniture from my living room. Doesn’t sound very inspiring? Maybe not. But take into consideration the things in your life that hold meaning and that bring up old memories.
The other night, I was sitting in our antique rocking chair by the fireplace, listening to the popping of sap bubbles and feeling warm for a few moments in this dreadful winter. I just so happened to be reading another book (surprise, surprise), and when I got up, the rocking chair groaned, as it always does whichever way it moves. It irritates my sister to all degrees when we’re reading the Bible aloud, and I so much as lean forward or, I don’t know, rock. Heaven forbid I should rock in a rocking chair. How dare I!
That being said, this poor piece of furniture has seen a lot. It’s been with my family from Washington State to Germany to Hawaii to Kansas and more. It’s felt packing tape on the wood where it shouldn’t have been, and it’s been recovered and cleaned at least once.
To you, it may be just a chair. But to me, it’s a piece that’s shared my memories.
In memoriam of the siblings I never knew
her antique bones
as she stoops forward
and rises on her legs,
Would that I may be so loved
should age settle in
like a silk layer
like the sand
sinking in an hourglass.
She first changed her dress
when I was but a child, still
playing hide and seek behind her bosom—
later my mother lost
would she or he
Now I sit and turn the pages
o’er and o’er while the fireplace
the forgotten summer days.