Porch Rocking Chair

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

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