Your dinner chair was empty
Though we dined with you in name
Toasting you as family
The meal not quite the same
You left us on a Monday
Soaring ‘neath the Angels’ wings
Toward the Heavens’ playground
Where the golden choir sings
Your place card will remain here
As we toast your drinking glass
And memories will soothe our hearts
As sadness comes to pass
Your dinner chair was empty
Though we knew you were nearby
Inside our minds, within our thoughts
And dancing in the sky
(3-18-13)
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