A Place At the Table

A Place At The Table A place at the table, Empty for years. The echo of laughter, My face wet with tears. Life full of heartache, Two empty chairs. The questions in darkness, The unanswered prayers. Two little Babies Who never have cried. Why did God take you? Why have you died. Who were you darlings? Who might you have been? Innocent children, Untarnished by sin. Room at the table, Soup in the pot! Love freely given , I miss you a lot. But God has His reasons, I'll see you some day. I must trust His wisdom, It's better that way. You are waiting there with Him. I know that is true. But ever so sadly, I wait here for you. Be sure this story, Is not over yet. Because a good Mother, Never forgets.