by Valerie
It sits in a crowded corner,
Shoved to the back of the stairs.
To look at it you'd never guess,
The precious thoughts it stirs.
It's just an old reclining chair,
That used to sit upstairs.
But it's really not just any chair,
My Grandpa sat in there.
No one else could use it,
No one else would even dare.
He'd sit and watch the children play,
From the comfort of that chair.
His lips would curve with a secret smile,
A twinkle would light his eyes.
It always seemed to make him so glad,
To have us play at his side.
The years have gone so quickly,
Grandpa is no longer here.
But his tattered and worn old chair,
Is a memory I'll always hold dear.
