Monday, February 2, 2009

The Empty Chair

I wrote this soon after my dad died.
He would sit on a certain chair in the living room.
We missed him sitting there.

The Empty Chair

I wish you were there
In that empty chair
With your snow white hair
Just sitting there~

I wish you were there
To show you we care
It's too hard to bear
You're just not there~

Instead, you're with Him
And your eyes aren't dim
And you're sound in limb
And I know it's a whim~

But, I wish you were there
In that empty chair
With your snow white hair
Just sitting there~

I wish you were there
In that empty chair...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I really like this poem, thank you for sharing it. I can identify with the sentiment & meaning behind it; your words remind me of my own thoughts about my Dad, whom I lost last November. He too had a favorite chair that he always sat in, and had beautiful, snow-white hair...and oh, how we all wish her were still with us. Thank you for sharing your poetry...this one has special meaning to me.