By Berry, 69. Mawson Lakes, SA
It sat alone on the pavement for three days.
Marked brown wood, curved back, cracked sagging vinyl seat.
My anxiety rose each time I saw it through the window or open door
Anger marked my face.
Resentment curved my back.
Hurt and insult sagged my soul
When did mutual respect change to frustration and thoughtlessness?
It was pitiful to watch her pain as she aged, and people forgot her.
My protection of her increased fragility annoyed and overwhelmed her.
The time came for her to leave.
Her words rip through me.
My anger consumes me.
It is over.
The chair has gone.
