My Recliner

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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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9 responses to “My Recliner”

February 20, 2023

Kreamy O’ Cheddar

Yes, sometimes we develop feelings for inanimate things …. especially if it’s been with us for a long time! I used to find comfort in an old yellow shirt.

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1. February 20, 2023
  
  Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
  
  Yes or if one can not find comfort in a more human companion. Thank you for reading and responding Kreamy! 😊
  
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February 17, 2023

Sadje

It’s a beautiful, heartfelt poem.

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1. February 17, 2023
  
  Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
  
  Thank you so much Sadje! Nothing like a good rocker/recliner to hold you in its arms!! 🫢
  
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  1. February 17, 2023
    
    Sadje
    
    Yes, they are quite addicting too.
    
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February 17, 2023

poetisatinta

This is such a lovely description of what a simple object can do ❤

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1. February 17, 2023
  
  Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
  
  Thank you my friend! 😊
  
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February 17, 2023

willowdot21

Beautiful, I can feel the love 💜

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1. February 17, 2023
  
  Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
  
  🥰
  
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