Grandpa’s Lap


Caught up in the rhythmic rocking of his chair back and forth, back and forth
Smooth chair arms dented by the cracking of as many pecans as a child could eagerly consume
The sound of a wooden kitchen match struck against a linoleum-covered floor
The lingering smell of sulfur, overpowered by Prince Albert tobacco rising from his pipe and exhaled through his nose
The ticking of the family clock and the sound of its chime at the hour and half-hour
Rays of sunlight streaming through the window illuminating the smoke as it hung suspended in air
Rubber bands from a hundred newspapers laid on a chair-side table waiting to be perfect toys at a later time
The feel of his unshaven face rubbing against a young, smooth cheek
A picture of Jesus, revealing His heart

No conversation
Just long periods of unspoiled peace and comfort

Just Grandpa's lap

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