The Empty Chair

The empty chair Just a chair, an empty chair, Threadbare and forlorn, It’ll catch my eye, and I give a sigh, But my heart will feel so warm, I see a smile, a comely smile, That makes my heart rejoice, A memory, will talk to me, In the sweetest voice. Happy times, such happy times, Safely cuddled tight, All things wrong, soon were gone, And gently put to right, Just a chair, an empty chair, Where I learned such wisdom and wit, The safest place, with a happy face, Where Nanna used to sit.