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Chair


Some days I am a lion. Other days I am a sea witch. More often than not I am a monster who tickle tortures little children.

My favorite thing to be is a chair:

I am a chair

My lap is the seat you curl into

When your sadness becomes too much for your feet to bare

I am a chair

My arms embrace you

When you are seeking refuge

I am a chair

My chest is the backrest you lean into

When you need a rest from all of your struggles

My lap is where you leave your worries

My arms carry all the things too heavy for you to carry alone

My shoulders are where you wipe your tears as you lean into me

I am a chair

For you to find comfort

When you need it most

Today I am chaise lounge for you to soak up the morning rays.

You tell you me about your cousin even though you don't quite understand what that word means. You know that he is the son of your mum's sister, but not the word cousin. You know that you love him and his big brother because they come over all the time to play. These are my favorite conversations.

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