CERTAIN   CHAIRS

Sometimes certain chairs end up 

as sacred chairs – a chair that 

everyone wants when mom or dad 

dies or has to move to a smaller place. 

We have ours. It’s wooden. It’s red. 

It’s old.  It would be passed by if left 

at the curb when people are getting 

rid of stuff – but this one has stories. 

My father sat in this chair, In fact he 

made this chair in the 1940’s from wood 

he picked up on the beach  at the Narrows –  

the water  leading  into the New York Harbor. 

It was down our basement in Brooklyn 

for years  My mother sat in this chair.
My brother sat in this chair. 

My 2 sisters sat in this chair.  

My nephew Michael sat in this chair 

playing the role of King of the World 

in games with kids – that is,  till he died 

suddenly at the age of 15 of cancer. 

It’s now outside – on my sister’s porch 

in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. Not too 

many chairs last this long – but I hope and 

pray there is fight to see who gets it next. 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020