Your Chair Then
It Comes With Live And Living
Your Chair, Then Your chair, your chair It’s still there There where you sat For two years and a half Waiting, just waiting For what would soon come. Waiting, painfully waiting For what would soon come. Your chair, your chair It’s still there There where you sat Legs dripping, just dripping For two years and a half. Waiting, painfully waiting For what we knew Would surely come. Your chair, your chair It’s still there Where we sat For two years and a half Thinking and talking About Job and his pain. Thinking and talking and wondering Why me? Why me? Your chair, my chair They're still there But now I can’t sit Nor talk with you there.
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I wrote most of this earlier but found it again after my move to Sam’s home. 11/13/2024 more than a year after your passing. Tears came to my eyes as I finish typing. Larry E. Whittington
The triggers for our memories are interesting to consider. It can be a sight or a smell or a touch that seems to come from nowhere ... and there you are, back again, to revisit the emotions, the feelings, and the loss. Thank you for sharing.