The unallocated chair sits under the pear tree.

It sits and waits patiently.

It’s not strictly speaking unallocated.

It’s waiting for a time when it will be needed.

I call it the dads’ chair.

If one of our dads comes to pay a visit.

There will be a place for their ghostly presence to sit.

I move it when I cut the grass then put it back so it will always be there.

It is a reminder makes us think about our dads.

Not in a sad way but of how they loved to sit and watch the dogs.

The wild life in our garden would make their old hearts glad.

I’m sure they will appreciate that we have saved them a seat.