Write about a favourite family tradition.
We lived in many houses
We had so many homes
But one thing never, ever changed.
Dad always had his chair.
It’d be a different one of course
The seats came with the house
But there’d be a seat our Dad sat in
He’d have a special chair.
You might perch on it now and then
But soon as Dad came in
We’d quickly leave the special chair
Our father would sit in.
First beside the radio
Later front TV
He’d choose the entertainment
What we all could see.
A three piece suite was standard
A second chair, settee
But just one chair was special
The one that Dad sat in.
He’d seldom venture from it
If he was in the house
To us it was the seat of power
A kind of family throne.
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Yeah, my dad too always had his chair or position. I’m now 58 and I kinda like have a special seat and when I come around if anyone is on it, they give way without me asking.
I guess it’s both symbol of authority and respect.
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