The Inside Chair

The inside chair was always where,
I felt the most at home.

I’d rush to dinner, always the winner,
to sit on my dining room throne.

Argue your matter, try with the flatter,
this spot was mine alone.

If you sat in my place, or stole my space,
Grandmother would make it known.

I sit no more, like i did before,
time has only shown.

That the inside chair is always where,
i’ll miss about my home.

4 thoughts on “The Inside Chair

  1. With this one I’m feeling something for the person who treasured this chair, this space in a place that remains closest most like home. I read it 3 times, and came away with the same warm feelings. Puzzled a little, satisfied a lot.

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