LOVED ONE'S

Didn't realise until today,
Why I cry over my empty chair's.
It's because the people who owned them,
Are no longer sitting there.

Looking at all of them,
Explained to the wife.
It felt as though,
I was throwing away,
A little piece of my life.

Slept on one with my mum,
At aunt and uncles bungalow.
When I was only four,
Loved one's no longer around.
That when I look back I adored.

The other one handed down,
Owned by a brother.
no longer around,
That's why I shed a tear.

So you can see,
Without realising it.
Those broken bits of furniture,
Were more than a part of me.

When me and my Carol,
Are no longer around.
Don't mean to make a fuss,
Will there be anyone left.
Who will sit on our sofa
and chairs and think of us.








Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-10 at 08:11

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
To define a poem that works as one that conveys to us the message of loss and the passing of time, evoked in a chair that has its history; yes, a damned good poem again Alan.
2022-12-10


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
MY! A number of us seem to be a bit nostalgic today! It's an unusual slant you have portrayed here... using chairs and sofas. Bravo for the ingenuity, Alan.
It made me realise that when I cleared out my mother's home after her demise, I never sat in 'her' chair (the one she always used.) Now you've got me thinking, 'Why?'
Have a great weekend, with not too much nostalgia.... best mix a bit of hope and passion in with it.
Allen
2022-12-10



yes, I understand that
we are related more to older people who took care of us...
2022-12-10