The Armchair Poem by Edwina Reizer

My grandpa had an old armchair
he sat in every day.
I used to watch him silently
so I wouldn't be in the way.

I watched as he smoked his pipe,
intent as he was reading.
He never seemed to notice me
and so it was misjeading.

For he was always quite aware
of everything I did.
He knew exactly where I was
even as I hid.

One day I climbed up on his lap
and he kissed me on my head.
He told me stories that I loved.
Then this is what he said.

'Someday sonny when you're older
I want you to have my chair
and whenever you sit down on it
you will remember where

We both were together
in this armchair that was mine.
You'll know how much I loved you
as you sit here and recline.'