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Now the chair sits empty, The room is so, so still, But it did have a life of plenty. It once held a swollen belly, And guarded it from a chill, Now the chair sits empty.
It rocked the child gently, That was such a sweet thrill, But it did have a life of plenty. For a while the teddy came steady, The boy rocking it facing the sill, Now the chair sits empty.
At times two hands held gently, Love running over like a rill, But it did have a life of plenty.
But soon the silence was deathly, The chair no longer so brill, Now the chair sits empty.
But it did have a life of plenty.
-Carmen Crabtree
