Dying many years ago
Love of her life, delight of heart
Father of her children
Grandfather, gentle and wise
Taken after short illness
Stricken, fighting to the end.
Still laying his place at table
Empty chair where he sat
Remembering all they shared.
Thankful having met and married
Now lonely without him
Visiting grave every Sunday.
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