Granny’s Pink Rose Chair
Al
Capehart , Poet
inspired
by Terry Lange’s Pull Up a Chair
Plush
crushed velvet pink rose ply,
Sea
Shell flared deep soft back,
Rich
plied velvet on framed wired foam cushion
Seat
floating on 12 graduated springs.
Left
rear spring has gone slack.
Sitting
in the yard behind an almost white washed fence
Drying
the left rear corner in the sun after
The
brushing, scrubbing, vacuuming of cat hair
Lysol
Disinfectant Spray and Febreze treatment.
No
more cat, no more cat fur.
Little
brother and I could sit one on each side,
Granny
would read the Wind in the Willows.
Granny
was small, her personality gigantic
Inviting
us to sit together in her pink rose chair.
Sometimes
in the front room, in her day room
Near
the tall reading lamp and stand,
Occasionally,
on the screened in porch.
Easy
to lean back into with a feeling of being embraced
Comfortable
surrounding and pleasant sitting.
In
the chair looking over the little grassy knoll
I
see the Atlantic Ocean, one of Granny’s favorite views.
Watching
the clouds, birds, boats, people, rolling foaming
Waves
bring their energy to the pristine sands of Emerald Isle,
Where
Granny photographed magnificent over sea sunsets
Standing
is the challenge, getting out of the chair,
First
feet to the floor, leaning way forward to find balance,
Using
the front edges of the seat to guide standing,
The
chair has no arms. Once balanced, give a little bounce and
Up
to upright. It really takes two to move it.
Granny’s
chair is leaving for the Habitat Store,
A
new chair will go into Granny’s chair space,
Granny
got a custom black deer skin leather
Dream
Wave Massage
Lazy
Boy.
