10 Oct 2017 2:12 pm
If chairs could talk what tales they would tell
Of tears of joy and tears of pain from those who cared to sit a spell
Look at your empty chairs
And remember those who have sat there
A spirit of rememberance will slowly fill your mind
You will start to see visions as your heart travels through time
Smiling as you see Aunts, Uncles cousins and brother and siss
Sitting there laughing and drinking coffee as they reminisce
A tear will fall from a well of bitterness
From things that were said in anger and trespass
Never just look at an empty chair
But do look and imagine and see who was there
Lines Thought At My In-Laws’ Commode
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Oh! This, their only-bathroom, is in the kitchen.
And this door, an iron door!
Allows even the smallest sounds slip—hiss fiss siss
Hahaha…!
And it has a wide, an-inch’s-gap below.
'Their new, darling son-in-law,
They count my talks and measure my steps.'
Ah! My heart is beating badly
And my mind’s nerves mayn’t burst.
And if I am left unconscious here, inside…!
Thanks to her aged father and his old radio
And the re-mix songs played so piercing…
Here is a little poem for my big siss,
just to tell you thats it's you that I really miss.
I sit and think about all the good times and bad that you and I ever had.
The good times is when we were little playing barbie dolls and dress up,
and when you used me to yest your make-up.
It's when we used to play in the dirt with my tonka toys,
that were suppose to be just for little boys.
The bad times is when we used to fight and pull each others hair,
and treat each other like we didn't care.
This just something that I wanted to share,
so you'll know that I really care.
You are my one and only true friend,
that will be there for me til the end.
This was my way to tell you that I love you like my big siss,
and it's you that I really miss.
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