Larry’s Chair

A dark room.
A newspaper.
A quaint lamp.

And a chair.

Gray and silver.
Solid and comfortable.
Brand-new.

In it sits a father.

Hard-working.
Providing.
Advising.

Reading a classic car magazine while wrestling
with a stubborn crossword.

A dark room.
A noisy tv.
A quip and grin.

And an old chair.

Gray and gray.
Worn and mended.
A plush pillow.

In it sits a grandfather.

Comfortable.
Relaxed.
Retired.

Offering a pop and a snack while holding
a playful granddaughter.

A dark room.
A laptop.
A turquoise pair of glasses.

And an empty chair.

Gray and black.
Well-worn and repaired.
Thirty years old.

In it was a man.

Gone.
Missed.
And loved.

Praising his Savior and Lord while mourning
family and friend stay below.

…A dark room.
An old chair.

Larry’s chair.

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