Two Empty Chairs

Have you ever wondered, what stories could be told, if only objects could talk?  Joanne Harris captured this concept, brilliantly in her novel, Blackberry Wine.  Thanks to www.creativewritingink.com for this week's prompt!

 Two empty chairs looking,down from above,

Remember the couple,who sat there in love.

Gazing across the magnificent view,

He meant every word, when he told her, “I love you.”

The following year,was almost the same,

The couple returned,to the mountain again.

They sat in those chairs, gazing out far and wide,

Then he whispered to her,“Will you be my bride?”

One year later and the couple had wed,

Instead of a honeymoon, they came here instead.

On the two subtle thrones,sat husband and wife,

He said, “I will treasure you, for all of my life.”

They returned each year,to the mountain top

Except for one year,when they had to stop,

The chairs remained empty,on this red letter day,

A baby, you see, was well on its way

The chairs reminisced, about the couple they knew,

Who returned every year,to admire the view.

When their son grew up, and no longer came,

Their love for each other, remained the same.

 The couple are frail now, the journey’s too long,

The chairs are still happy though, don’t get me wrong

Their son had enjoyed each summer’s expedition

And vowed to continue the yearly tradition.

Two empty chairs,looking down from above

Saw the son approaching, with his new love.

Gazing across the magnificent view

He meant every word, when he told her,  “I love you.”