A popular feature in Good Times magazine is the Poetry page, where we showcase works written and submitted by our readers. Mary V. Murray’s “The Summer Chair” appeared in the June issue.
The Summer Chair
One regret I have:
That I did not take that one chair
After my sister died.
It was unpainted, wooden, square,
And when my brother and I were there,
At my sister’s empty house after her death,
I wanted to take that chair.
So much stuff to sort, so many tears;
Too little space, too little time.
We left it then in the garage among
Those things some think have no worth.
It was on that chair that I sat
When I visited her in summers there
In her small piece of Saskatchewan.
We would be with her garden,
We would talk in low voices;
Remember, regret, be there
As the summer sun set,
Until the mosquitoes drove us in.
And she picked up the chair
And her chair
And put them in for the night.
Mary V. Murray
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