On our front porch my husband and I sit on our rockers after he comes home from work. We enjoy a glass of wine before dinner and talk about the days activities. It's a special time for us to reconnect. Enjoying nature's beauty from our porch sheltered from the hot evenings sun and good conversation is a simple pleasure for sure. I don't take these simple pleasures for granted. I treasure them. Daniel S. McTaggart explains lovely in this poem.
Old Chair on the Porch
of all the rocking chairs on that porch
the old one was the one
the old one was the one
everybody fought to sit in
even though the other two
were brand new
with flowered cushions and pads
the old one wobbled and creaked
and paint flaked off in chips
both large and small
yet somehow it molded
to the comfort of those
who managed to win its seat
maybe they weren't aware
of paint flecks sticking to their clothes
after they left the porch
but talks they had over lemonade
from that old chair made sure
they took a piece of it with them anyway
