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The chair was made of black leather.
It's been there as long as i can remember.
The carpet was a blinding hot red.
The same crpet even covered the stairs
My sister and i would slide down the stairs for hours and hours. We would take turns, one at a time we would push off form the top stair, and then Poof! Just like that we were off like a rocket.
The chair was always the first thing we saw once we reached the last stair. It seemed as though it was frozen there in front of the television, just like a photograph.
I remember sitting on my granpa's lap, watching old western movies. I didn't understand them at all, but i still sat there soaking up every ounce of attention.
Grandpa had a candy jar that sat on the floor by his chair. Inside the jar was an array of candy, ranging from chocolate covered peanuts to sour balls. There was enough variety to satisfy any craving you might have.
My grandpa would only let us have one piece at a time . We took every piece straight to the heart. It was precious. It was something to be treasured.
That one piece always kept us back for "just one more Grandpa." we would plead. He would smile and gently say that's enough for now.
The leather chair is worn down
The cany jar has shattered.
Now Grandpa is gone too.
However now agin i drift back, and
find myself on the last stair. Waiting
for that one last pice of candy.
| This was really good. Your description was spot on and it all flowed effertlessly - well done for such a good write, I am impressed.||| Posted on 2005-12-17 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] || this is a truly beautiful peom...it has warm memories and the cold sadness that accompanies them when they can't be re-realized. Excellent...5 Stars and a favorites addition.|
|| Posted on 2005-12-16 00:00:00 | by OrionsStorm | [ Reply to This ] || wow i loved this! i felt like i was there.. i loved the description of everything especially the chair.. and "the carpet was a blinding hot red" u rock so frikin hard.. i loved it.. keep it up|
|| Posted on 2005-12-16 00:00:00 | by soul full | [ Reply to This ] |