My Chair

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Young neighbors burst
from their home
giggling in new love
and healthful exuberance
Friday night freedom

Teenagers spill out of their
parents dining rooms
appetites temporarily sated
school buddies converge
to watch girls watching them

Friends with grand plans
head for the marinas
golf courses galore
women gather for coffee
ending up at the mall

Watch their lives unfold
relationships come and go
from the chair where I sit
most days here alone
in my chair built for one

12 responses to “My Chair”

  1. So pensive but beautiful, Ami! ❤️

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  2. Love this Ami.
    If I may, I wrote this for an elderly lady who lived a couple of doors away

    Old Lady

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    1. (giggling) You wrote it Di or sent it? ❤️

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      1. I wrote it. The lady concerned was OK, but sadly passed away two years ago.
        I did another for my Mum here:

        Poetry Challenge: Weekend Writing Prompt #31 – Nostalgia

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  3. It was the last stanza that caught me. The truth of being an observer rather than a participator. Very poignant

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  4. What a picture you have painted !

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