Chair

 

For a while I would not sit in your chair,

As if to preserve it,

Ready for you to come back in and sit down.

 

It’s hard not to sit down on the sofa and glance across at you,

You should be sitting there,

Doing the crossword, or having a sleep

 

Napping with your mouth wide open,

Hanky in pocket,

Fingers lightly tapping your chest.

 

Or watching the news, at an incredible volume,

Subtitles on,

Shooting the politicians on screen.

 

Now I find comfort to sit in the chair,

As if looking at the world through your eyes,

The greatest viewpoint.

 

The children like to sit there,

They say it is nice to sit in Gugs’ chair.

They are completely true, it is nice, it is soothing.

 

When reassurance is needed, I will sit in your chair,

It is ok if that happens little or often.

That chair makes me feel closer to you.