Our Special Talent and Grandpa's Chair

[fairy71585]

In working on some things for Kenny, I came across a ton of poems that I have written over the years. And I want to get them out and share them. So this is the beginning of a series of posts of poems. I'm gonna try to do chronological order. Let me know what you guys think!

Our Special Talent

Now I sit here wondering

Where I got my talent.

It must have been Grandpa,

Since his paintings cover the walls,

Of the house where he once lived.

He loved his hobby

For he was very good at it.

He especially loved it when,

He saw what he has passed on

To the youngest of the family.

Yep, it was Grandpa,

For he was the only other,

With our special talent.

©1998

Grandpa's Chair

I sit here looking at Grandpa's chair,

Where at one time he always sat.

Nobody else ever sat there,

For fear that he would sit in their lap.

He sat there for years,

'til the pain became too much,

then the chair was replaced,

with a hospital bed.

Then one day he told us,

"Don't be sad, I'll always be there."

We said we'd try.

But it was hard when a week later,

On Grandma's birthday,

He went to sleep for the very last time.

Now the chair is back.

Looking as it always did.

Except it isn't Grandpa who sits there now.

It mostly stays empty,

Since most of us think that

It is still Grandpa's chair.

©1998