The chair- a poem

I wandered round one day and thought

I really need to chat.

And so I found a chair and pulled it

Close to where I sat.

IN the chair, I saw my loved one

Smiling back at me,

It was that moment that I knew,

This was meant to be.

As if no time had passed at all,

We talked of everything.

We laughed and cried and reminisced,

Until the evening.

AND as we stood in warm embrace,

We knew we’d meet again.

And so I keep the chair close by

For any moment ~ when.

Retm

I love you, Moma ❤️❤️