The Chair in the Corner: A Poem
I thought I saw you there today
Sitting in the rocking chair,
In the big room downstairs
Where I always brushed your hair.
I briefly stopped and looked,
But I knew it couldn’t be;
Shapes were playing tricks again
By the light through the trees.
Author’s own original photograph.
The sun was shining through, though,
The way you used to enjoy
As it moved and danced about
And you would shout out, Ahoy!
I wonder what you thought
Sitting, rocking and watching
As we all went about our day.
I wish I’d done less dashing.
Then I caught myself still staring
At the empty space you’ve left.
And something inside me stirred -
That pain of feeling bereft.
Not just for your absence,
But for all the things you knew;
And the times we didn’t notice.
I’m so sorry - I know now what is true.
NOTE: My own original composition.