Chair (in progress)

I have an old chair

comfortable but beaten down

when I bought it

I said to myself

"this chair is only temporary"

so it doesn't matter

that its 

the wrong color

(matching nothing in my home)

the wrong fabric

"why did I pick that pattern?"

"after all its only temporary,"I told myself as I passed it on my way to the kitchen.

Day after day

I watched T.V., read books, stared out the window

all from my temporary chair

it became a piece of my life

its color a statement of my independence

"not everything has to match"

its fabric, soft, inviting, 

with an intriguing pattern that occupied my eyes while I lost my thoughts.

Now, I claim suzerainty 

and no one else may sit there.

I adore this chair 

and think I shall never give it up.