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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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