The Silent Chair

Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair, With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair, He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm, As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm. He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose, His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose. Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime, For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time. His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true, Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew. Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile, I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while. Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair, With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair. 18th July 2013