The Empty Chair! 309 words
By Denzella
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Today would have been our 53rd Wedding Anniversary - The Empty Chair! 309 words
Yesterday I set the table for two,
Then realised what was missing, was you!
I looked for you, but you weren't there,
All I had to stare at was an empty chair.
I expected to see your smiling face,
But what greeted me was an awful space.
My heart and my home each an empty shell,
Why am I sentenced to live in this hell?
Sometimes I can laugh but mostly I cry,
I can't help it; I can't stop asking why?
Why did you leave me on my own like this?
You talking and laughing is what I miss.
I've loved you for well over fifty years,
So it's hardly surprising I shed tears.
The house seems so empty without you here,
All I wanted from life was to have you near.
It's hard to cope, but I'm doing my best,
Though it is dreadful and I cannot rest.
I wander the house each and every night,
Still thinking of you and us till first light.
We gave each other strength to carry on,
Well, I'm still here but you have gone.
To leave me first is not what we agreed,
And not only that you left with such speed.
Eating alone is the worst time for me.
This is not how it was meant to be.
I still expect to see you sitting there,
Instead, I am faced with that empty chair.
I know I must go on for our daughters' sake,
So I endure this terrible heartache.
It's just as well the future is unknown,
If only my heart would turn to cold stone.
That is the only way to ease the pain,
And stop my eyes from pouring rain.
I never expected this change of life,
I was always meant to be your wife.
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This is so beautiful, Moya.
This is so beautiful, Moya. Tears are streaming down my face reading it.
I'll be thinking of you today, as I so often do - just so you know.
xx
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Dear Moya, your moving poem
Dear Moya, your moving poem is a tribute to your late husband and it has touched me deeply. I can appreciate the pain and the loneliness that you must feel after losing your beloved Derek with whom you had spent a long and happy time.
With affection and best wishes, Luigi.
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It's good to hear you again,
It's good to hear you again, Moya, though so sad to share your struggles. This did remind me of all your joy three years ago in composing a review of your thankfulness of the 50 years. So few have such memories of such companionship. My father died when he was 51 very suddenly when they were on holiday in a remote hotel in Ireland. 'I know I must go on for our daughters' sake' reminded me of I hearing my mother, when asked how she was coping say 'My need of God, and my daughters' need for me'. much love, Rhiannon
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Very, very moving. From the
Very, very moving. From the sound of it, a deep love that lasted more than fifty years - a great treasure still gleaming in your life.
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Hard to read and I would
Hard to read and I would imagine hard to write. But beautifully told. All at Abc are thinking of you today Moya. God bless.
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tribulation and tribute
tribulation and tribute rolled into one, which was two, something you did not choose. sad but uplifting.
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Cannot imagine how hard this
Cannot imagine how hard this would be to write...but it is a beautiful tribute. Lovely photo too...x
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A deeply painful read. But so
A deeply painful read. But so well expressed, Moya. I'm thinking of you often and with love. It's comforting to know that Lincoln is a loyal intuitive support. That picture of you and Derek is fabulous.
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Often think of you, Moya...as
Often think of you, Moya...as you can imagine. Words are not enough...from me, at least. Yours, say it all.
Tina
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Really lovely, Moyà. It
Really lovely, Moyà. It cannot have been easy for you to write. my love and prayers are with you everyday. I hope you get the urge to share more. x
Rich
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You make perfect sense, Moya.
You make perfect sense, Moya. I know exactly what you mean. Grief is such a personal thing. It took me months before I could try and translate it to paper. I don't think there's a time limit on grief. We just get better at managing it over time. I don't believe you ever get over it. You just do your best to get through it. Flag me down, anytime, Moyà. I'm a good ear.
Rich xx
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