MY WRITING CHAIR
There isn’t anything different about my writing chair,
But something special happens when I sit down there.
Lots of poems and stories come to my mind so very fast
It seems that there is a writers spell upon that chair cast.

It is a chair that can swivel around, views it doesn’t lack,
And it also manages to rock quite comfortably far back,
But all I do is sit to forward and frantically I start to write
As visions of hundreds of things come into my sight.

There is another place that to keep writing is a breeze,
It is when I am a passenger in a car driving with ease,
Then I cannot write fast enough as all the ideas flow,
As along some old bumpy or smooth highway we go.

Now I’m not in a car or even sitting in my writing chair,
Yet in this busy mind of mine hundreds of ideas are there,
I look at my dear husband and many loving thoughts come,
Even in the bath tub, I dry off fast so I can get them done.

Maybe it is not the chair or the fast moving motor car,
Or all the things we look at and see as we travel afar,
But a precious gift given to me from a loving God above,
So I’ll keep on writing and thank Him for His great love.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 5, 2002