The Red Chair

The Red Chair

The Red Chair

in my kitchen

You sit

gazing

admiration gleaming

love beaming on your words

You are here now

knowing past

feeling future

You are here

Now

I move

I am quick, in the next moment

And the next 

and the next

A life full

A full life

filling moments

Absent of time to stop and sit

to find this moment

finding you

I do what I do

every so often, a glimpse of you

I hear your words 

I shrug them off

cooking and care-taking

Mothering 

You watch

Then

you are gone

The words disappear

Your gaze is not here

The Red Chair that held you

my memory

my love for you