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.
