The Empty Chair
The Thanksgiving Day feast,
Spread on the festive table,
Golden turkey, pies galore,
The spirit of family fills the room.
There is one chair left, though,
As stories are told
And a few tears shed.
All the same, this is a celebration,
Of love, of laughter, of life,
Though the chair is empty,
It is filled with gentle memories
Of holidays past,
Of squinty blue eyes and infectious giggles,
Of fierce love and apple pies,
Weaved into our hearts forever,
Truly a reason for thanksgiving.