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A musing on grief and finding joy in the memories |
| An empty chair which belonged to him Looks lonely and bereft So does my heart, full to the brim Of sorrow, the love you left It’s little things that I forget The setting at the table The thought you may return to sit and eat, it’s just a hopeful fable I hear your laughter in the eaves I hear you pottering I see the changing autumn leaves Now golden, the colours sing Not yet a year since you passed on To peace, calm and respite A place where suffering is gone No longer you must fight You’re not forgotten here with us Tales we love to tell And while this will not be the end For now, it is farewell |