“The Empty Chair”
At table, next to empty chair
we gather thoughts; give thanks and bear
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.
I pause, observe ol’ George; aware
at table, next to empty chair.