Grandpas Chair..

Grandpas Chair.. This is the place where I go to get away. No kids to yell at, silence I hear, I can think strait. Sometimes my grandsons comes and then wakes me up. Grandma worry’s about me falling asleep in the heat. So I have to hide my liquor bottles and such. Everybody needs a place to rest. That old dusty chair has been my best. Sometimes I just need a place to hide. My grandkids understand old grandpas chair. His place of silence, his chair of pride.