Here is another heartfelt poem from contributor, Jane-Ann Heitmueller, entitled The Empty Chair. For the many of us who hold our Mother’s love in our hearts since time has taken her away, The Empty Chair will evoke the memory of her warmth and affection and how we, as mothers and grandmothers ourselves, can fill her chair by passing on her love.
The Empty Chair
By Jane-Ann Heitmueller
My parlor holds an empty chair that stirs my memory so,
reminders of my childhood no matter where I go.
The rhythm of my days took shape upon my mother’s knee,
As in her wisdom she directed what my life would be.
Those times when Mama held me as she hummed a lullaby
or days we rocked in solitude just gazing toward the sky.
Calm quietness her motion brought to quell my flowing tears,
such special memories of this chair throughout the passing years.
I’ve comforted my little ones in this worn oaken chair,
so they would feel, as I once did, a mother’s strength and care,
It shall remain for those who seek warm arms and tender hearts,
because this aging empty chair is where love truly starts.
