She Stays Sweet

Soft cream leather-
rutted and  grayed
suppressed to bumps
and thumps
as time plodded
along
rhythmically
as each day
her shape
plopped down
to relish in
the cozy
company of
family-
an exhausted
slumber-
to savor the
coolness
of a long
day's work-
a closet
of lonely
moments
and whispers
of tears.
But
she stays sweet
the overstuffed
chair
molds continually
around her
through the ages
the gleam against
her deep cow eyes
constant,
soft wrinkles
glazed her
beautifully-
salt colored
her hair
flawlessly-
charming independence
and a kind splash of sass
never flowed
out of her
veins
Making me
glad there is
such a thing
as angel
wings
giving the chair-
the world-
her
more time.
She stays sweet