To walk into a room, expecting someone to be sitting in 'their' chair, is such a lonely and sad thing, when you know they will never return.

This was written for the man who loved our family as his own, and who died two days before my father died.


One Chair Over

One chair over
Empty and alone
Where he sat
And we talked
Long ago.

Worn and torn
But sturdy and vacant,
It guards the door
To yesterday
And today.

That place where
He sat and thought,
Looked and smiled
While living dreams
And life's drama.

One chair over,
So silent and gray,
One chair over,
Closer and closer
Every day...


5/05/05



Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-01-02 at 17:10

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Zoya Zaidi
"One chair over,
So silent and gray,
One chair over,
Closer and closer
Every day..."

These last two lines are heart rending!

Bravo Morpheus!

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-04


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
You've woven the sadness into the visual image of your words.
I love the natural flow.
Liz
2006-01-04


Celtic boy
An empty chair is a such a sad reminder.
Your poem touched my soul.
2006-01-03


Albert
Keep and treasure the chair and the memories it holds will be relayed to you over the years, I have a "Special Chair" that was my mothers and though she died some twenty years ago I still use and can reminisce via the chair. Keep on writing and posting your fine works.
Regards
Albert
2006-01-03