Only a Chair
“It’s only a chair,” she said.
“And it’s old and too big and
dark for your new apartment.”
I looked again at the chair.
It IS old, though not an antique,
and it’s been with me all my life
in every house where I have lived.
It was my grandmother’s.
Made of sturdy dark mahogany,
it has gracefully curved arms
with claw curls at the ends.
The back is high with a
panel shaped like a lute,
The generous seat is slightly
shaped each side of the middle
to make it very comfortable.
The front legs also curve
out from the seat, then back,
and end in club feet.
When I look at my chair
It brings to mind my past homes,
dear people long gone,
births, graduations, weddings
Christmases, the love and joy.
All the memories flood back.
I considered my answer,
then said to my daughter.
“Well, it’s MY very old, dark,
too big mahogany chair, and
I think it’s beautiful, so
I’m going to keep it!’
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