Thanks For Being There

Those grandparents of mine…

Used piano stools…as side tables…held their coffee…glasses of Pepsi…and ashtrays…while they watched TV…

Little me…didn’t even realize they were piano stools…hadn’t thought about it…since there wasn’t a piano in the house…

Fast forward oodles of years…and one lone guy…gets handed down over time…and finds his home…tucked under that tattered piano…this old gal got…for her 7th birthday…

But during the purge and move…as tattered piano was hauled to the POD…hidden stool took center stage…in the almost empty dining room…

Out in the light…hidden stool shone…it’s intricate beauty…the sheen of the wood…the glass ball feet…this old gal’s attention…was drawn to it…time and time again…

Hello beautiful stool…thanks for being there…while Grandpa read stories…while Gram did the crossword…during holidays…when the favorite cousins…came to visit…

When this old gal…tickles the ivory…needs somewhere to plop the cross stitch…or needs a dangerous place to stand…when changing a lightbulb…

Thanks for being a part of the past…a part of the present…and surely…a part of the future…

You are beautiful…
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And this husband of mine has no choice but to…agree….