
My recliner cradles me
when I am tired
when I am sick
and when my mind is weary
My recliner comforts me
when pain is overwhelming
when heartache is all encompassing
and disease wracks my body
My recliner consoles me
when my soul is torn
when my convictions waiver
and my choices unclear
My recliner soothes me
gently rocking back and forth
gently creaking and moaning
like long time lovers
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