Place At Table Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Dying many years ago
Love of her life and delight of heart
Father of her children
Grandfather, gentle and wise
Taken after short illness
Stricken and fighting to the end.

She still lays his place at table
With an empty chair where he sat
Remembering all they shared
Thankful for having met and married
Now lonely without him
Visits his grave every Sunday.