it's just my way . . .
Whenever I see an empty seat of any kind that is alone and set apart, the words “waiting to be occupied” always come to mind.
Waiting to be occupied by someone weary and needing a rest or just wanting to enjoy the view for a few minutes. They may be an entity or perhaps a soul or spirit, just stopping for a time on their otherworldly travels.
I can easily take myself to this seat and enjoy a closeness with my brother or my dad, my grandmas, some friends.
In time my mother will be there, too . . . in my hopes and my fears.
Waiting to be occupied by someone weary and needing a rest or just wanting to enjoy the view for a few minutes. They may be an entity or perhaps a soul or spirit, just stopping for a time on their otherworldly travels.
I can easily take myself to this seat and enjoy a closeness with my brother or my dad, my grandmas, some friends.
In time my mother will be there, too . . . in my hopes and my fears.