We bought the chair

We were so young

Brand new and beautiful

Our first “together” object

We kept it

Year after year

When we moved

When we changed

Somehow it became a symbol

The sign our love was still there

Even when the times were hard

Even when life was being unjust

We kept it

Year after year

Even when the living room

Didn’t match anymore

And when our baby arrive

We snuggle in that chair

The three of us

Very tight but happy

Countless nights we slept there

Too tired to stand up or go to bed

Too tired but happy

And the chair provided confort

The chair became a throne

A royal sitting for our little one

A paper crown on her head

She looked upon us with pride

The chair became a rocket

A boat, a mountain

It became a bed so often also

For her after a long day of play

Now she is grown up and she has left

But I still like to sit in the chair and reminisce

We both snuggle in there

Still tight but it’s okay if we are together

And the grandchildren came next

And our daughter still fell asleep in that chair

Like she did when she was little

Like we did so long ago with her

And once again the old chair lived

Becoming a playground

For those little blond hair

The three of them all climbing and pulling

One day the chair will break

And my heart will too

So much time has passed

So much happiness are written within its design