our Christmas Tree
your empty chair
still warm with love
when you sat there.
where you belong, it feels so right
normality lives, still out of sight.
you’re lonely there, but time to try
and understand, what, where and why.
time reaches out, lights blink afar
memories return on our Christmas star.
our Christmas tree, your empty chair
you’ll soon be home, so much to share.
For Jenny’s Alphabe Thursday- E