There is one less person
At the table this year
But, do not sit and cry
Lift your glass and be of good cheer
They maybe gone from the table, and from our sight
But sometimes late in the night
Somewhere between the dusk and the dawn
Like a fable into our dreams they roam
There maybe an empty plate and a vacant chair
But they are still there
In our memories and in our hearts
There they shall live forever
Somewhere, above us they wait
With open arms and a full plate
© JPM 11/3/2008
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