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  • Writer's pictureJen Marsden

Poem: Wicker Chair

Updated: May 31, 2021

You sat in the wicker chair

Sprawled out

I didn't want you to be there

Not like that

But I

Wanted you to be there

Needed you to be there

I wanted to be tucked in

Even though the bedtime routine was


Slurred words on the fairytale

Tears over

The goodnight kiss

I closed my eyes

Added to the usual routine

A prayer

Praying, praying

That morning would come

And I would be told that

You, me

The wicker chair

It was all a bad dream

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