When You Were There
I look toward that empty place,
That once held you, in it's warm embrace,
Your favourite cosy place,
Your chair, now looks lonely and bare.
There are many things I'd like to say,
If only you were here today,
We'd talk for hours if we only could,
But your not there.
Your home that once felt warm and whole,
Sadly now feels cold, forlorn,
For you Mam, were it's life and soul,
When you were there.
This house filled with your memory,
Is now so hard to bear.
Just to see you one more time,
In your special cosy chair.
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