The Empty Chair
how can life go on
as u were never there
u left traces n our hearts
for all those u loved
your chair now sits empty
now
there are reminders of u in
every room
but its all so still and quiet
now
how can this b true
my heart cant yet comperhend
that u r really gone
at times i think i hear u
call and
i can almost feel ur touch
why did u have to leave
when u were loved so much
i live in a a house now
it no longer feels like home
as i look at ur empty chair
and i feel so very alone
i know that ur in gods hands
now
and someday he'll call me
too
then ur chair wont sit alone
for mine will be there too.
dedicated to my MOM who passed
away on October 26, 2004
a poem that I read at
the funeral.
