Daddy’s Chair
Daddy had a big
overstuffed chair. It was his throne.
One of us sisters, at
times, would sit in his chair,
but when we’d see him
coming we’d move fast.
He never asked us to get
out of his chair.
He’d go to another one,
as if he’d sit there.
But we’d insist that he’d
take his place.
He had a big place in
our hearts.
He slaved at the steel
mill,
worked hard in the yard
and garden,
hunted and fished to
feed five daughters.
He had a sense of humor
and teased us,
We teased him about
being bald and grumpy.
We may not have
verbalized it at the time,
but we knew he
deserved his own chair.
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