The Folding Chair

Aimee C Kay

The folding chair, that at Christmas, sits proudly at the end of the table.

The folding chair, that when used, always seems a tad unstable. 

The folding chair is put away, in storage or under the stairs.

The folding chair is there for us and our memories, it shares.

But now that folding chair, has lost a regular guest,

It seems the folding chair has more time to spend in rest. 

I look upon the chair, stood up slim against the wall.

And cry a little tear knowing your not using it at all.

So let's remember the chairs that at some point we've all sat on,

And we'll always have the memories of the people been and gone.

  • Author: Aimee C Kay (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2024 06:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written following the death of my Nannan on 6th Jan 2024.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 6
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I understood this piece very well - an habitually used chair can retain something of the essence of its erstwhile occupant for those who knew them.

    • Aimee C Kay

      Absolutely, I'm glad the message is clear. Thank you for your comment.

    • Thomas W Case

      Fantastic metaphor. Great work.

      • Aimee C Kay

        Thank you so much

      • Accidental Poet

        My condolences on your Nannan. 🫂



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