The Chair

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