An empty chair awaits a welcomed friend to come
Not by chance but planned
After all the chores are done...
An empty chair can act as a resting place to one
Or a patient book holder
When one has to be gone...
Imagine yourself, a chair, awaiting to be used
You have no say who sits
for the one you cannot choose.
If I be a chair, be it by a window
So I may enjoy the garden
that blossoms from below.
Come visit often and a read a book on me
Trust that I will uphold you
Linger and rest on me.
~Lani~
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