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The Empty Chair Next To Your Bed

The empty chair next to your bed

Written By Dean Masciarelli

March 4, 2010 (12:01pm)



The empty chair next your bed

May appear like no ones there

But if you will listen very closely

Every now and then you may hear 

The sounds of a hushed whisper

That may not come through very clear

And you may smell the fresh 
fragrance
of a scent  that seems very familiar

It could be cologne or perfume
or the smell of fresh cut flowers

That one of your loved ones used to wear

Just to let you know that they are
there sitting in your empty chair

That may appear like no ones there

To remind you that they will always be near

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Diane Christian Date: 3/4/2010 11:23:00 AM oohhh scary, my dad used to smoke a pipe sometimes and a while agao me and my husband could smell tobacco smoke in hour house and we dont even smoke , wow my dad came to see me, cool, i wasnt scared really i thought it was him. God bless you from diane Login to Reply

Carolyn Devonshire Date: 3/4/2010 10:41:00 AM Your poem gave me chills, Dean. I sense my late husband's presence whenever I smell Aramis and there was once a time when I was reading outside and thought I heard my late mother commenting on the begonias in my garden. These reminders are always welcome, even though we may only see "an empty chair" with our mortal eyes. Brilliant writing! Love, Carolyn Login to Reply