The Inside Chair

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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.

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Published by Ash Douglas

Writer, Published Poet, WritersNL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”

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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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