Empty Chairs Full of Life

I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination. But as I sat waiting on name to be called at my doctor’s office on yesterday; I realized were are a lot of chairs. The chairs are perfectly patterned and lined in rows. Plush and comfortable, they welcome you, with a halfhearted smile.

A cancer center’s chairs should not welcome you, but in their own way they do.  Closing my eyes for a second, I could see the chairs having a party after all the patients had gone. Again poetry is not my thing but there was something so poet about those chairs.

In many ways they hold life, hope, and happiness. Someday they hold great joy, on others the burdens of sorrow. Yet, they still sit there day after day.

 

 

 

Empty Chairs Full of Life

They dance when no one is around

All the Single Ladies march in a row.

Doing High kicks, to and fro,

They are the chairs that sit in the Cancer Center,

Some empty, some full, all perfect and neat,

They should be sad but they are not,for they are hope,

 

Empty Chairs Full of life, O’ how they dance when no one’s around,

O' how they dance, when they dance, the dance of

Seven Veils, The Bump, The Hustle,

Or form a line to dance to "All the Singe Ladies"

These chairs cry out,

 Of being mischievous happenings when no one is around.

 O' how they dance, when they dance,when people are not around?

“Have a seat, watch us dance”

"Will my stay here be that long I ask?"

“No, ma’am, your stay want be very long.”

 They speak in their own unique way.

Sigh,

~Abby~