Tag Archives: My Father’s Chair

And to all…

The good, the true and the beautiful cuddled into my father ‘s chair and fell fast asleep. The cushions so infused with love for so long, With open arms, Welcoming All who come, Are irresistible after all. . May we,in … Continue reading

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weathering storms

The eye of the storm passes over but the small dog knows the storm is still swirling around us. . She climbs into my Father’s chair, so tiny yet, she finds some comfort there. as do i.

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Where?

How could you not know where I was? I was here all along!

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dreaming in my father’s chair

the poodle naps in my father’s chair. just because your head hangs low, doesn’t mean that your dreams are.

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my father’s chair

there is a poodle in my father’s chair taking comfort there.. a Springfield song runs thru my head as tears stream down my face. and i too find comfort there.

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