I LOVE it, I love it! and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
I ’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize,
I ’ve bedewed it with tears, I ’ve embalmed it with sighs.
’T is bound by a thousand bands to my heart;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start;
Would you know the spell?—a mother sat there!
And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Eliza Cook 1818–1889
My mom had a big chair like this and both my brothers and I sat in it with her while she read to us.
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Lovely poem.
I don’t have an armchair with memories.
Sigh.
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Good day, I’m guessing you have many other things in your life that provide wonderful memories. 🙂
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Thank you for this lovely poem, Eileen! It brings back fond memories of my childhood.
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Good morning, yes, we had
a big chair and my mom had both my brothers and me all sitting in it with her while she read to us. I’m happy you have the sweet memories too, thank you. 🙂
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