In the corner of my grandma’s house sits a big old easy chair.
When I’d come to call, Grandpa would be sitting there.
With a “howdy” and a friendly wave to me he’d greet.
He’d watch and listen quietly as I would play at his feet.
And when he’d get up I’d slip into that easy chair.
With high backed seats and cushions soft it had seen a lot of wear.
When he’d come back and see me there he’d smile a little at me.
“I’ll sit on you!” he’d say with glee and from his chair I’d flee.
When I had kids to call my own and we would visit there.
My Grandpa would be sitting in that big old easy chair.
With a “Howdy” and a friendly wave to them he’d greet.
“Howdy Bompa” they would say as they play at his feet.
“Catch the ball” my boy would say to Grandpa sitting there.
He’d catch the ball and throw it back from that big old easy chair.
“She needs a nap,” my girls would say as they put a doll in his lap.
He’d hold the doll and pretty soon, he too, would take a nap.
Grandpa’s chair is empty now as sickness took it’s toll.
But even though he’s gone for now, someday we’ll see him whole.
He’ll laugh and walk and play again a friendly game of ball.
And as he spikes that volleyball he won’t shuffle and he won’t fall.
Now that God has called him home, he lives in a mansion up there.
I wonder if he sits and sleeps in a big old easy chair.
Does he watch the children play and to them does he say,
“Howdy kids can we play ball” or “Do you want me to hold your doll.”
In the corner of my grandma’s house still sits that big old easy chair.
My little boy comes in to play and sets his football there.
My girls sit in that great big chair while dollies nap upon their lap.
And Grandpa up in Heaven also sits, and maybe, he too takes a nap.
I sit and watch as my children play in that big old easy chair.
I remember the times of days gone by when he would sit right there.
And someday in Heaven Grandpa will wave and happily greet us all.
From his chair he’ll smile and say “Howdy, Thanks for coming to call.”
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A wonderfully warm poem. Very visual, descriptive and full of love. Technicaly: the rhymes chair/there occur 6 times. In the last two verses you change the rhythm. Two lines don't rhyme Say and doll. So, a little bit more work, huh? :-) But it's worth it.
