Keepsake
My father loved this chair. He could sleep for hours in it.....although he would always say he was just resting his eyes. I don't sit in it much, but when I do a feeling of peace comes over me. It's not just a chair it's a time machine. I can close my eyes and smell cigar smoke and Aqua Velva. I can hear pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. My mothers sweet voice singing. I see my father asleep in his chair....and my world is righted for a moment.
3 responses
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Leslie Hunziker gave props (2 Dec 2008):
nice pov!
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Ann Reece gave props (2 Dec 2008):
Beautiful carving on this chair and a great story about your dad and this chair.
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diana anderson gave props (3 Dec 2008):
i love the softness... it compliments your story





