Armchair

lean on the footrest but not too heavily
feel the rough fabric- the synthetic guaranteed to outlast the owner
but she is heavy enough now, sitting in that chair
every night, dosing to Lawrence Welk
snoring
waking to the eleven o'clock news

You still up, Tommy? Off to bed with ya now, sweety

six o'clock grapefruit and coffee smells mingle
sounds of shredded wheat being reshred
bacon sizzle
heavy climbing footsteps from the bedroom just four steps
down off the kitchen
a late addition
to the house, fifteen years ago after stroke number
two left Poppa a bit humbled by time despite clean living
fifteen thousand days together celebrated on Thousand Islands

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