The Chair

Where? Where have you gone?

Daniel, my youngest son?

I, I keep expecting you

To be here in your chair

Sitting in your favourite chair

When you swam into the water

I felt you leave through 1000 yawning miles

My heart slowed, my heart slowed

Never to pick up again

Pieces

Pieces of my life are gone

Washed away in the water

That took my son