Dark arms of wood
short legged, as we are
sitting empty in the living room
the place of her blue chair
Back to the front hallway
just beyond the base of the stair
a color as must have been on Mary’s head
in that certain shade of blue
Crumpled fabric, wrinkled, old
lovingly used for many ages
yet always empty on the holidays
as Gram was always in other places
May 3, 2010
inspired by the readings at
1st meeting of a poetry group
at the Suncook Senior Center
Allenstown, NH
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