Two Poems: Fever and Empty Chair

 Fever

When I felt my fever had passed right away,
And just before, you’d vanished from my sight,
I wished, I wished, I prayed, that you could stay,
To hold me close before the curtain of the night. 

You nursed and comforted me in my fear.
I did not want to lie on this bed alone.
I was now well & cheered when you were near,
And soon must face the ghosts I left at home.

Empty Chair  

We’d gathered ’round for our weekly meet,
Familiar faces, hugging, touching each to greet.

He’d whispered gently to me by the door,
“She’s gone. We won’t see her anymore”. 

She’d watched over us from the empty chair,
Listened to our stories; still we feel her care.

She’d said, “I have no stories to relate,
But love to hear you while you wait”.

“There’s a sparkle in the words you say,
So spread them while you can today.”

“Don’t be surprised; you’ll soon sit here too,
Share with me now, content with what you do”.

© Christopher 2025   

Picture:  Leonie and Godfrey  2025

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