Blue Chair

She sits there.

She wonders..waits...daydreams of what could be.

Or what was.

Or what is.

She waits to see what will happen. 

That blue chair holds her whole world.

The memories race through her thoughts.

She can't concentrate on one thing due to another.

Another emotion, fear or decision weighs on her heart.

"What do I do, Father?"

She repeats the question over and over.

But with much anticipation, there's no answer.

For now, she's in the checks and doesn't match the stripes.

She sits and she waits. 

She hopes and prays and doesn't let go...

...of what was,

what is,

or what could be.