Childhood Sanctuary

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Whenever I fall prey to the stress that adult life sends my way,
I head to a place in my past…
A place where a special chair sits by my garden.

Among the birds singing their sweet songs

and the butterflies being amused by the rosemary and thyme,
my favorite childhood chair remains,
basking in the beauty that surrounds it … 
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I am not quite sure when this old,
distressed piece of furniture came into my life,
but I do remember the feeling of excitement.
“Just for me?”  I asked my mother.
Her reply:   “Of course.”
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Though the seasons change, my little special chair does not.
It survivies rain, heavy winds, and rays of sunshine;
it stands faithful and often hints of Pride,
knowing that no matter what my mood,
it is there to preserve my childhood memories.
As a small girl, during the exuberant early days of autumn,
I used to sit with excitement near our tiny pumpkin patch,

wondering if Charlie Brown’s Great Pumpkin was coming.

Source:  Mia Fullotnn

 

My chair is the bridge to my past,

an extention to days of innocence
– when life was simple
and the hug of my Mother

was more than enough.

As Mother sat near me in her own chair,

reading a book, the strength of womanhood was instilled in me for life.
Source:  Erin Hanson Art

Weeks will sometimes pass before I sneak in  a memory or two;

but when it gets to the point where I need to deeply exhale,
then inhale and refill my soul,
I sneak to my backyard chair
and rekindle the thoughts of yesterday,

where a little girl sat with the marvelous world all around her.

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