An Empty Chair on Sunday

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Countless tests and exams
To find a tumor
Leeching off his life
A parasite

But I knew
Everything would be alright
We would go back to the careless
Warm summers spent wandering
Through the tree covered flats
And the tamed fields of farm country
Amidst the blinking lights of fireflies
Hovering about our heads
Listening to an orchestra of crickets
Under the stars

Body decaying day by day
Strength fading
A ghost of his former self
Unrecognizable

But I knew
But it was just a phase
Everything would be alright
Someday soon we would be back
To running around lonely ash trees
Till it was time for Sunday dinner
And the family would gather
As we have for years

A horror of needles and bad tasting medicines,
A restless child trapped in a wheelchair
A drawn out death, a loosing fight
Hope dissolving

But he made sure we knew
He would be alright

The only testament to the battle
A stone in the ground
And the rest of us
An empty chair on Sunday
And a hole in the heart





Join the Discussion

This article has 2 comments. Post your own now!

DanielM said...
May 19, 2012 at 10:43 pm
Great Job!!! I got hooked on your title that was awesome message. Keep it up
 
Ecrivain This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 19, 2012 at 11:42 am
This is very poignant and beautiful. The switching perspectives between what is reality and the fantasy of summer captures a melancholy tone perfectly. I especially like the line "To running around ash trees..." and so forth. It ties the whole piece together. The line "But he made sure we knew..." and so forth really digs into my heart, too. Very well done and well composed. 
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback