I Inherited the chair
I always thought you were
right, when I was a child,
After all, your word was law,
it was final,
Sat in your chair, watching
the sports, on T.V. as you did,
As I sat on the floor
watching you, beguiled,
For years I gazed trying to figure
out your denial,
Lost in the sports channel,
in a world where you hid,
It was you and you’re chair
and the sports, dare anyone intrude,
Silently taking in scores and
positions,
Who played well, who was a
disaster on the day,
Just a glare to see who it
was being noisey and rude,
You disagreeing with some
referee’s decision,
Yet a shout when something
seemed to go your way,
I grew up watching you take
part from your chair,
As if you were on the field
of play,
Watched you decide, how to
turn your team into winners,
Heard you tell anyone who’d
listen, “it has to be fair”,
When you lost that there
would be another better day,
And here I was just a watcher
a beginner,
You’re gone now; there is no
sports channel on my T.V.
No one to shout who or why
some play was wrong or right,
I sit and watch my son, as he
watches me, lost in thought,
I recall it was I watched you
as you decided to teach me,
When something was wrong, if
I could, I should stand and fight,
There were no rules for being
an adult, my chair new bought,
I wonder if he will look as
much at his son,
While he studies the way
things will turn out,
Like my father before me
sorting his little team,
As I look back I recall that
it was for me so much fun,
I jumped each time my father
let go with a shout,
With delight and sadness, I
sit back in his chair and dream.
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