cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Mind Frame – The Old Leather Chair

on July 14, 2014

It is early morning and the others are still sleeping. The sky is a wash of gray. No early light breaks through heavy clouds of Mississippi June heat. Leaden gray humidity soaks the human spirit. The faded tan of the old leather chair I’m sitting in is the only hint of color in the day.

We are here for the last time. My sisters, my brother and I have come back to clear out our old home after our father’s death. This is the day the movers come to take what few things are left of a patchwork quilt of life, bright squares and dull. I am sad and full of unshed tears, like dull rain clouds in the sky. I remember well the old leather chair. When my mother died two years ago early Christmas morning, my father sat in this chair, talking to friends arrived to console, drinking wine as he would have on more festive holidays. Later we discovered the empty bottle of Bourbon under my father’s chair. He wasn’t drinking wine. We laughed. That bright spot brought color to the day.


8 responses to “Mind Frame – The Old Leather Chair

  1. Thoughts for you Vivachange. Such transitions are never easy. I suggest the shedding of said tears. It does not do us well to keep them in. A master once said: “Stagnant water stinks.” I think this is very true and apply to many things. Be well friend!

  2. I’ll be praying for you and your family… times like this are so rich with memories, and are so bittersweet. God bless!

  3. When we lose a love one, we are blessed with the memories. Holding you and your family up and prayer.

  4. Poignant. I loved how you moved from the deep sadness and ended with humor. Adding my prayers for your memories.

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