High-backed and straight-backed, with tidy gay -- Mothers love it in just that way; Arms low down, not to interfere With sewing and knitting that mothers hold dear; Rockers that swing to a gentle tune, Peacefully sweet as a brook in June -- A Chair, and Somebody in it! Gracefully curved, with a dainty air, Proud of its burden young and fair, Made for a maiden dear as she To sit in and smile as she pours the tea -- Just for one and too small for two, All the gallants are envying you -- A Chair, and Somebody in it! Mounted on rollers, and heavy and strong, Legs absurdly but usefully long, Little back and a high-rimmed tray, And a bib that is soiled in a shocking way, Baby clatter with bowl and spoon, And baby chatter and baby croon -- A Chair, and Somebody in it! But Mother has gone to the Home Above, And left us alone with a sacred love; And the Maiden -- ah, happily busy is she, With no more time for afternoon tea; And the Baby's in college! Ah, memories fair, What sadder sight than a memory chair -- A Chair, and Nobody in it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIP OF RIO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON |