Whispers of the Soul

Lost Loved One's

The Empty Chair

In the corner where laughter used to dwell,
Sits an empty chair, a story to tell,
Its cushion still bears the weight of your grace,
Yet all that remains is this hollowed space.

At family gatherings, we gather around,
The chatter, the warmth, the love that surrounds,
But each glance to the side brings a sigh, a small ache,
For the chair remains silent, the heart starts to break.

Once you'd regale us with tales of the past,
Your laughter like music, our moments amassed,
Now, we whisper your name, our voices a thread,
Connecting the joy with the tears that we shed.

We set the table with care, with your favorite plate,
Each fork, each napkin feels heavy with weight,
We raise our glasses, and in silence we toast,
To the memories cherished, the love we hold close.

Time flows like rivers, yet moments stand still,
The chair holds your essence, your spirit, your will,
Though you're not beside us, your presence is here,
In the echo of laughter, in each falling tear.

So we gather together, the stories still shared,
In the heart of this family, the love that we bared,
Though the chair sits unfilled, it will never be bare,
For your spirit lives on, in our hearts, everywhere.

And as seasons pass by, and our lives intertwine,
We'll cherish the memories, the love that is divine,
Though you're not in the chair, you're forever a part,
An unbroken connection, you live in our hearts.