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The Empty Room
Roll back the years of innocence where memories were born,
To those magical sounds of love as Christmas day dawned,
The excitement of love's joy bouncing on mom and dads bed,
Pulling back the blankets peeping baggy-eyed, two sleepy heads.
Frantic little fingers ripping wrapping paper to shreds,
Dad Fumbling for the alarm clock with a look of absolute dread,
Come quickly they all screamed santa Claus has been,
As we slipped out of bed with not a child to be seen.
Their loving innocent smiles filled each dimly lit room,
The youngest child Tom using the cats tail for a broom,
A voice yelled look at all Santa left us it's because we were good,
So what did you buy us mom and dad we both opened mouth stood.
The lingering fresh scent of newness in each opened book,
The beauty of each of our children wrapped up in a look,
For hours and many years after the board games we played,
To see our child's tears turn to laughter the more that they aged.
The pendulum feels no guilt and swings swiftly as time marches on,
Now my mind is my life where the magic of memories has flown
And the empty room will never be empty and I will never be alone.
Though lifes treasures have passed I will visit nightly hoping your home.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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