Gone But Not - Poem by Terry Donovan
I look at your empty rocking chair
And wish you were still sitting there.
I look at your framed photograph
And wish I could still hear you laugh.
I put the kettle on and brew,
Wish I was making tea for two.
The radio plays our favourite song,
But without you here it sounds so wrong.
My cigarette smoke fills the air –
If you were here I wouldn’t dare!
I’m lonely but I’m not too sad
Remembering the times we had
And knowing that you’ve not gone far
And keep me with you were you are
Just as I always keep you here
While in my mind I hold you dear.
They couldn’t keep you in that box
I know – cos your rocking chair still rocks..
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