the king's chair

he had a recliner,
an oversized stuffed mauve
chair
that could be
moved backwards or
forward
electronically or manually
with a wooden
handle on the side.
it felt like velvet.
there was an oval spot
on the arm rest
for bowls.
two inserts for cups
or cans.
a webbed pouch on the side
for remote controls.
a phone,
a guide.
he sat
there for decades.
as time flew by,
the children grew
and moved,
his wife turned grey,
finding a life on her own,
but
this was where he wanted
to be,
in his king's chair,
a king quietly
growing old.