I am not sure where I was born or even when,
Many grand places I have called home;
Now, I am one of many in a second hand store,
Some chairs are old like me and some newer.
Some days, if the sun is just right it shines on me,
That feels so good but mostly it is darkness;
I woke, to find a little girl looking at me thoughtfully,
Grandma she called, I found it, I found the one.
An elderly woman came to look at me closely,
Oh Dear Heart, it is so old and looks faded;
Grandma, I love it, please, please can we buy it,
Okay smiled grandma, let me go pay the man.
Dear heart and Grandma carried me out,
And down the street we must have been a sight;
Up the stairs and in the door and beside a big window,
Oh, I like it there with the dappled sun shining on me.
They spent quite some time cleaning me, how it tickled,
Then each took a turn on my faded upholstery seat;
And Dear Heart announced that I was to be her chair,
Most days they would sit opposite with cups of tea.
They talked and laughed, read books and wrote poems,
It was a perfect home and did I mention Fluffy Cat;
Oh yes, Fluffy Cat enjoyed a sleep in the sun on my seat,
She could spend a whole day there sweetly purring.
One day, she jumped up and curled up for her usual nap,
I felt her take a sigh and then everything went so quiet;
And I knew my furry ball, Fluffy Cat was gone up to heaven,
All day I held her in my arms, I had lost a friend.
Dear Heart is the one who found her and picked her up,
Sitting down on me she wept and wept and wept;
I wanted to wrap my arms around her and to comfort her.
But of course because I am a chair that is silly.
Well, days passed and I could feel the pain in both,
My two loves were grieving for that old Fluffy Cat;
Then guess what, a kitten was scratching my old leg,
And all that Dear Heart girl did was laugh and laugh.
July 9, 2015
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