The Empty Chairs...
©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart
I look out at the empty chair
And remember when you sat there
Surveying our little kingdom.
I remember it was just last Spring
When we made the spot
That made our hearts sing
As we sat there by the water.
And memories of you fill the space
For I have memorized your face
Smiling in the sun
As we often sat as one...
in chairs by the little lake.
Thanking God for memories
That fill my heart with reverie
As I picture you still here with me.