Empty Chairs
When Grandfather passed,
his place at the table was still set.
At first our family was aghast,
but a widow’s devotional duty had been met
and for us, that was as good as it could get.
Then it was Mom who left us in her youth -
another empty chair.
To tell the truth,
it felt like she was there,
joining us in the pre-dinner prayer.
This tradition seems strange,
but we kept it going for loved ones old and young.
Now an empty table I arrange,
as to tradition’s memories I’ve clung.
It won’t end till my final dinner bell’s rung.
*Entry for the “Traditions” contest
Written December 2, 2011
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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