My New Chair

I think you'd be glad to know, Stan,
I bought myself an easy chair.
You always said I should buy one
So that we'd have a matching pair.

I'd just say, "But they cost so much;
My upholstered rocker will do.
It's really quite comfortable
And I don't sit so much as you."

I remember when they brought yours;
It was after you had that fall.
You wondered why they were so good,
Being their step-daddy and all.

They were excited about it
And no one ever took your chair.
Now they look over there first thing
As if you should be sitting there.

In a year or so, remember,
They had to have that lift put on?
Your arthritis was very bad,
It was hard to get up and down.

You loved the chair they'd given you
And you sat in it more and more.
Once your forgot to raise the foot
And you slid right out on the floor.

I have told you how much I liked
To sit in your big easy chair;
But that lift broke, we took it off.
I had to reach for the handle there.

Well, reaching over for it was
Hard on my back, it's sore of late.
Doctor said I gardened too much.
I guess I do. At any rate

I thought I'd just look for a chair
That fit my hurting back and me.
I waited for a sale, of course;
Found one that suited to a T.

That chair was smaller than yours is
No lever, just moved with an ease
That felt so right I wanted it
And so I said, "I'll take it please."

I picked the color, dark blue leather.
I wanted it to match your chair.
He said that to get just that shade
He'd have to order from somewhere.

We closed the deal and I asked him,
"When is the next delivery day?"
He said, "It might just take a while,
It will be coming from Norway."

I bought it in January
And waited for that chair until May,
But it was really worth the wait;
It molded to me right away.

The two chairs are a perfect match
In that exact same shade of blue.
Now when I sit, I just pretend
The other ones's waiting for you.

Joyce