The old chair with paisley print,
woven into the fashion of its time,
tufted pillows and large arms,
bring grandma and grandpas to mind
The ottoman as part of its charm,
thoughts of times past,
sitting together, with shared words wisdom,
of guidance to be passed
A cup of coffee upon its table,
aptly named as such,
waiting patiently for the morning,
when it means so very much
A lamp with fringes about its bottom,
resting atop its ornate base,
giving its light though soft and subtle,
providing sense of grace
The setting peaceful with a book opened,
a slow turn of a page,
moments calm drifting,
a perspective of those within, of intellect and sage
It was a family, the happiness of being together,
without many a distractions,
just a soft light, comfortable chair, and loving interactions
Those days that have gone by,
the ways of TV’s and cell phones,
where it may be under the roof of a house,
but not under a roof, that feels like a home
In reflection how I desire,
to return to those times long ago,
sitting all together in simple conversation
within a warming light aglow