The Wingback Chair

I was brought into this house

Ordered from the local furniture shop

Made to order according to specifications

I am a wingback,

Upholstered in full-grain leather

True to my rich heritage

I was placed in the library

Amongst the illustrious works of famous writers

Half- a - century have passed, providing support

To the backbone of the family

Although tired, he finds solace in my cozy embrace

I give him my wings to fly into the world of literature

Cervantes, Bunyan, Bacon, Goehte, Dostoevsky, Chekov, Tolstoy

Some of the names from the illustrious collection

Not all were privileged to have a seat here

He was transported to each era, savoring the rich legacy

Of literature down the centuries

I was privy to the mind-boggling debates

Which he conducted with himself

Trying to reason each work of literature

A mere wingback rose to be a companion

Providing sturdy support on the mahogany legs

One fine day the reading session ended in deep slumber

Five decades of bonding and companionship came to an end

Now, I stand here, forlorn, at the corner of the library

Reminiscing the reading sessions, and siesta

The wingback does not have the wings to fly away from this bond

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