Table For Four
Her closet can hold jackets for four,
but only three coats hang behind that door.
The children help her set her table for four,
but one seat remains empty, he's not there anymore.
Her children are tucked in to sleep for the night.
One by one she turns out the lights.
In the quiet of her room she finds she can't sleep.
Alone in her bed she softly weeps.
The sun seems so angry as she wakes for the day.
The children are up and busy at play.
Copyright © Cynthia King | Year Posted 2006
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