The blue wingback chair
Nestled into the corner
Of our living room
So old and worn out
A part of my life
As far as I can remember.
It was my stronghold
When I was a child
The punishment chair
For my misdeeds
It was where I cried
The tear marks
Are constant reminders
Of my childhood years.
I can still recall
I could lie for ages
Wrapped in a cocoon
Of soft blue silk
And the wonderful memories
Of yesteryears.
But how can I forget
The best memory I have ever had
In the blue wingback chair
It has been etched
In my mind
Forever.
Whenever I remember
My first kiss
In the blue wingback chair
It evokes pleasure
Of knowing the first real taste
Of pure unfettered desire
With my first love.
The Blue Wingback Chair
Rose Marie Juan Austin
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