The Empty Rattan Chair

The Empty Rattan Chair short poem

Uploaded by Marianne Pillai

As I hold her wrinkled hand in mine
I look at her eyes so divine
The smile on her face shows joy in her heart
It shall remain and never depart…
She sits in her rattan chair
She falls asleep there
The television switched off while she sleeps
“Grandma, you’re tired go in and sleep….”
“No I’m not, I’m still awake.”
She never leaves her favorite rattan chair…
When she arises from the chair “Nanti, nanti”
Nothing else to compare but her words for me to share…
Now as I look at the empty rattan chair,
All I could see is she is not there
It still remains in the living hall,
The empty rattan chair….

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