The chair by the avocado tree had turned a faded green from wearFor years it sat untouched behind the orange-red sunsetsBuilt for the old lady with the fishing hat who kept forgettingIts purpose was to help her rememberTo stay in the present of the ink-washed sandAnd it stayed there till the time of her grandsonSitting by the murky green water with his homeworkReminding them of all the beautiful sunrises and afternoon checker games playedAnd his days looking at the intriguing graphite numbers on bleached paperBut before then he would wonder if his grandmother would ever be the same againIf she would ever remember who he was without a lost look on her face

One dayLooking at the plants by the seaweed strewn aboutHe took a nearby avocado seed and buried it into the sandy groundHe began to take the wood from his backyard to build a chairHoping it would help her rememberHe tended to them day by dayFrom the mornings spent on his workTo the afternoons sat with the woodSanding and painting it as the tree grewAnd he worked right by the shore with the graphite numbers and the woodMaking progress as time went onEventually the chair sat next to the treeAnd one day the lady with the fishing hat sat in the chair with the treeAnd remembered the difference that was made