My Chair

Thankfully, It Is Mine

My Chair

My chair is here
while yours is not.
My work is tiring
so it is here I sit.

My chair slowly rocks
as eyes slowly close
bringing rest with ease
with memories that please.

Your chair was used up
in your painful years
but a ride in our car 
brought peace to our fears.

Our chairs sat together
as together we sat
knowing not the time
our union would end.

Now it is over
the you and the I.
It is only the I
without the you.

My chair is still here
while your chair is not.
My chair slowly rocks
bringing memories of you.

April 29, 2025
Larry E. Whittington

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