Empty Chair

Entering the room
I saw an empty chair
Where not so long ago
I saw Mum sitting there

The overwhelming grief
Is oh so hard to bear
I want my Mum again
To be sitting in that chair

How am I going to cope
Now my Mum is gone
It's going to be so hard
For me to carry on

But then I heard a voice
I can hear my Mummy say
"Be strong dear Beverley
Each and every day

Daddy needs you now
and your sisters too
Take care of them for me
They really do need you"

Don't worry dearest Mum
I'll hug them as they weep
You are now free to go
Into eternal sleep

© Bev Haigh