As Having Them Here With Me

Two rocking chairs sit together on my front porch

Each empty chair filled with memories from long ago

When Papa worked on them at the end of the day

His deliberate craftsmanship to me seemed slow,

Until the day Papa asked me to come see his chairs

Such beauty I saw there was a sight to behold

The chair with a soft cushion I knew belonged to Mama

Papa's love for her told me so without being told.

Papa and Mama have rocking chairs in Heaven now

But their empty chairs on my porch will always remain

Today I'm sitting in my swing looking at them

Living in memories, but sadly memories aren't the same,

As having them here with me....

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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