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PLACES
Where you used to sit
Glows with sadness
The chair cries from emptiness
Not just one chair cries, but
The chairs of youth and wisdom cries also
Dad, you caught your wings
You left us unable to sing
The chair at the table head is bare
The chair that made the holidays special and rare
Dearest grandmother, I miss you
Ooooh, for the aroma of yeast rolls and desserts
The holidays are lonesome
The palate is abandoned
Without your chair, the aromas of desserts are deserted
When the sun arose so did you
The son that made the sun smile
Your bouncy spot at the table is still now
The places where you sat are lonesome now
But the years of memories still fill my heart and mind.
The chairs are empty, but your spirits fill the rooms
Your spirits are forever ingrained in me,
The spirits of memories past are still aglow.
© Anjetta Williams-Brown
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| Anjetta Williams-Brown |
Anjetta (Anjie) Williams-Brown is a Tennessee State University retiree after 22 years of service. She self-published her first poetry book in 2022. She hosts three open mic poetry programs, an author/artist spotlight program, and a talk show. She has poems in anthologies and magazines.
Beautiful, Anjie!
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