An empty chair is just an empty chair,
that is until it’s not. And when it’s not,
I savor company of someone there
making me realize just what I’ve got.
And my home is just a space, I’m aware
where memories linger, singing in thought.
Here dwells the excess of material things
resting on peacefulness my fireplace brings.
But a couch well, it’s all inviting too
and a table is a thing bought, entwined
within this big menagerie in view
where I’m in a safe place of quiet kind.
And so, I’ve chosen furniture with flair,
an atmosphere of warmth in each room
in the hope that I may always find
how being home is a state of mind.
Lucia Haase is a published award-winning poet who has been writing formal and free verse poetry for 25 years as the direct result of a spiritual experience. Many of my poems are inspired by nature, human nature and spirituality.
