chair
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I was 3 when my life was flipped upside downI never got to sleepover at a friends house or Ride a bike or been ask to danceNever got to chase my brother or play like a normal kid
The chair
Ironically sits alone
in the darkness of the room.
The chair
Once proud and rich
Is now rubbed down and squeaky
The chair sits alone
No one to rock it
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
Made from the measured cut of an oak tree,
Leather hide,
Hammer and nail,
Sweat and blood,
Is the old wooden chair.
It's where I was cradled;
It's where i was fed;
