I sit there in your house
Thinking of the good memories of you.
You always liked to sit in your chair
I sit in your chair now
And I close my eyes;
And see myself sitting on your lap
While watching your late night shows.
Your spirit is still here
I can feel you all around.
I can still picture your smile in my mind.
My heart still hurts
From the loss of you
My heart is still trying
To mend and not think of that
Day that you had passed away.
As I sit in your chair
I can still smell you
The old man smell that
Fills my soul and
I feel better.
Feeling better knowing that you
Are no longer suffering
And hurting anymore.
When I get home
I cry and cry.
Tears of happiness
Because you’re safe now
Up in the while fluffy clouds.
Tears of sadness
Because you are gone
And I feel alone.
I suddenly stop crying and dry my tears
I feel you here giving me a hug,
I smile and go on with my day
Being strong.
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The love our family return to us after they are gone is a special love... Alison