The Empty Chair

“The Empty Chair”

At table, next to empty chair
we gather thoughts; give thanks and care
to muddle through the holiday
and mourn for him who is away;
missing In action_ none knows where.

Our wall holds baby pictures there;
Our family remembers; shares.
And here, his dog; ol’ George, he waits
at table next to empty chair.

We raise our glass; the wine is fair.
The food delights mid candle’s flair.
Our hearts let go, but long the day;
a mist of sadness hangs and stays.
We pause, observe ol’ George; aware
at table, next to empty chair.

2 Comments on “The Empty Chair”

  1. jacquelinecaseypoetry
    May 13, 2015 at 11:45 pm #

    Thanks for response. I wrote this for Veteran’s Day.



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