Dying twelve years ago
Love of her life, delight of her heart
Father of her children
Grandfather, gentle and wise
Taken after a short illness
Cancer stricken fighting to the end.
She still lays his place at table
Empty chair where he sat
Remembering happiness they shared
Thankful they met and married
Now lonely without him
Visiting his grave on Sunday afternoons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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To have had a love such as this is beautiful. Interesting to still make a table setting and to be held back all this time later by grief.