old chair
maybe it really is too old to keep
but that old chair holds memories
when it watched the tide
held the snow blowing in off the bay
it appeared in paintings
greeting cards
poems from my night stirrings
it held me firm in my star gazing dreams
it supported my son at play
my cats, my lovers
it listened to my prayers
with steady outstretched arms
I gave it a new arm today
a clean white coat of primer
back in the yard it catches leaves
holding my sweet tiger cat
