Old Granny's Chair
She was born into the world just like any other new born.
Those days long ago, Granny would come to the room. She was special. Those old
days, ancient days, are contemplated, negated, and agreed with as any old history.
Granny would live forever, yes, forever.
At least that's what we thought. She never
did anyone wrong, never harmed a soul. God only knows why she was taken from
this room....her room. Why she was taken from her place remains a mystery.
Indeed, this is mysterious, but not as much as may be thought. For the chair in the
room, Granny's chair, her soul will always sit. Old memories are conjured, but
Granny's histories are vivid. Her soul sits in the chair forever, a sign of
rememberance.
A sign of our thoughts of her legacy. Although not known by many, Granny
touched all those whom she came in contact. Her ghost is here now, looking
through that silver looking glass on the wall. That looking glass, that mirror.
Granny worries when a person enters her room. She worries that she will be cast away
from this room forever. She sits until someone enters the room, then she ventures
through the looking glass mirror, to unknown world called Nibbleswick, where she
can watch and make sure her room isn't being abused.
And it isn't.... her careful eyes watch over us always. You will always be safe here.
All preconceptions are forgotten, because now you know she can be trusted....just
like an old friend that you've known since you were just a child.
And when she was a child....we must remember those days of her chlidhood, when
she would skip many a learning, for the comfort of that musty chair. Yet some of
Granny lives on in us.
We have known her since our childhood, because there is a
piece of Granny in all of us. She is the sign of a comfortable place....of the good in
life.
Of the good in all of us. The good that we can show if we just think of her timeless
name--and her name lives on forever......
Old Granny
