He sat in his father's chair legs too short to reach the floor
His feet were bare dangling there too small for the shoes papa wore
Knees scuffed like the finish on the wood, wounds that would heal with scars
He's not yet as tough as the oak seat that stood with its back made of bars
A finished throne that one day he would own when hairs grew on his chin
For now alone he sat like stone his father's scratches etched in sin
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The boy inherits not only his father's place but also the marks of his past. The phrase "wounds that would heal with scars" beautifully conveys the idea that while pain fades, its effects remain.
Thank you Soheil I deeply appreciate your read and interpretation. It is most valued my friend
You are welcome. It is my pleasure to read your poems.
a definite fav
Thank you very much Norman you support is most valued my friend
and most welcome, a great piece much enjoyed
As we all have our share of this inheritance and legacy of sorts. And we all do with it and navigate that handed down adulthood in our unique ways. For myself, I may have wanted it to turn out differently but in his last years, having him affirm the grown up that I'd become was quite settling and validating.
Beautiful dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thanks Teddy for the read and comment my friend it is most appreciated
nice story
Thanks my friend for the review it is most appreciated
Good write SB.
Thank you so much Orchi it is appreciated my friend
They do say the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.
Would throw that chair out, set up a media room with a chair you can put a can of beer in.
Fathers, who would have them.
Thank you so much for the review and understanding comment it is most valued my friend
I smashed that cursed empty chair to pieces ...
Thank you so much Lorenz for the read. So how are you going to sit on the throne?
The jester's place is at the foot of the throne !
Maybe the Chair is a Metaphor for his Father.
Interesting Read.
Thank you so much for the read and comment Kevin it is appreciated and most valued
Soren, I’ve stood in that exact spot before…not literally, but that feeling of being small in a role you’re meant to grow into, unsure if you’ll ever measure up to what came before you. You put words to it so well. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the read and kind words of understanding support it most valued my friend.
Most welcome, my friend!
Very Good work Soren
Thank you Gray I appreciate your read and comment my friend.
A satisfactory use of my time reading this! Thank you, sir! Personally, when I read it, I think of his dad hitting him since it says "his father's scratches etched in sin" and how he develops toughness from surviving the abuse, leading him to healing with scars, yet that is only my interpretation not what you meant necessarily....I enjoyed it!
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Thanks so much for the read and interpretation that adds a different perspective to the poem.
Loveee thiss
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated
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