That Old Wooden Chair

There was this old, wooden chair

Plain and absolutely bare

It had large armrests, two

Which you could slide through

Quite huge for a four year old

With small hands, the seat I would hold

And, laboriously scramble up

It was an adventure! Yup!

I would lean back, far back

Into the back rest, so black

And look at my tiny toes in the air

My small feet without slippers, bare.

I would turn around and kneel gingerly

Excited at this show of liberty

Pretend it's a chariot, holding onto the back

With noble steeds drawing it, white and black

This very chair, I would drape

With mummy's sarees, chiffon and crepe

Imagine it's a royal throne for me

The thought would fill me with glee

And then, under its legs I would make a tent

Using sheets to my accomplish my intent

I would relive stories of pigs under beds, at camps -

Stories told by Grandma in the light of oil lamps.

The chair, withered, is long gone

But happy memories of it linger on!

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