The Blue Wingback Chair
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Rose Marie Juan-austin
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The blue wingback chair
Nestled into the corner
Of our living room
So old and worn out
A part of my life
As far as I can remember.
It was my stronghold
When I was a child
The punishment chair
For my misdeeds
It was where I cried
The tear marks
Are constant reminders
Of my childhood years.
I can still recall
I could lie for ages
Wrapped in a cocoon
Of soft blue silk
And the wonderful memories
Of yesteryears.
But how can I forget
The best memory I have ever had
In the blue wingback chair
It has been etched
In my mind
Forever.
Whenever I remember
My first kiss
In the blue wingback chair
It evokes pleasure
Of knowing the first real taste
Of pure unfettered desire
With my first love.
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