Her chair


This is her chair
where she lived
and breathed.

It contains
the aura of her smile
and the warmth of her hands
within its folds and pillows.

This is her chair
where her echo sounded
and celebrated.

It contains
the clatter of her cup
and the sigh of her dreams
within its sturdy frame.

This is her chair
where her spirit lingers
and comforts.

It contains the memory
of her life,
the enormity of her presence,
and the ennoble honor
of cherishing her beyond death.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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