The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

Uploaded by Randall Smith

The echo of my footsteps
As I walk past the porch.
The creaking of the rocker
As the breeze gives it a push.

Tell me a story chair,
Of all that you have seen:
Boys and girls on their bikes,
An old man with his walker.

Up a tree runs a cat,
Chased by Tommy’s dog.
She rocks, and rocks, and has a smile
As neighbors go by and wave.

She sits in her rocker and
Watches her flowers bloom?
Someday I will stop my walk
And take a minute to visit with her.

To day as I take my walk
I will stop and say hello.
I hear the echo of my footsteps
As I pass her empty chair.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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