I sat at the dinner table,
There before me was my meal,
A meal cooked with love,
As ever.
I started eating,
And looked out of the window.
Hover flies were out there
Looking at me,
And the birds in the trees
Singing for me,
The glory of Chet and Gerry
Playing their jazz for me.
All these wonderful things around me,
All there for me,
But there in front of me was a chair,
An empty chair,
And to one side was a picture,
A picture of my lover,
Who should be sitting in that chair,
In that empty chair.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The hardest thing that I find since the passing of my wife is to sit at the table on a Saturday evening eating dinner alone.
- Category: Sad
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A poignant write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy
Am near lost for words...
a lovely poem sir....
Neville
Thank you Neville, much appreciated.
Andy
Life can be so bloody cruel! At a time when your positive nature had you in a new lease of life along comes corona with solitary confinement. Difficult at the best of times for anyone faced with months of this and for you, in your time of loss, all the more unkind.
Missing and grieving are a fact of life when loved ones are taken so allow yourself full flow of emotions when you need to.
You know tomorrow there will be brighter days for whatever purpose and in finality you will again be together.
Wishing you strength of will today.... stay safe
Thank you for your kind understanding d a. Yes I always know that tomorrow will be a brighter days, as are all my days with the odd moments of sadness.
Keep well
Andy
Brian here ~ Thnaks for sharing Uncle Andy . Loved the melancholy Jazz ~ apt for your melancho;oly Poem. It reminded Me of my Gran. She loved us to visit but there was a sadness in her eyes when she gazed @ gramps empty chair ! Our physical visits cheered us up but now when we phone she sobs & says *I long to be in Heaven with Jack !* Lockdown amplifies loneliness !
Blessings & Peace to Youn & Yours
Love Brian & Angela 💛💛💛💛💛
Thank you Brian.
Andy
A time of living alone can suddenly bring grief and I should imagine an empty chair is one of the trials when rmeal times come round. My heart weeps as I read this my friend.
Most kind and understanding Fay, I am most grateful for your kine words.
Andy
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