There's An Empty Spot
By Michael L. Reynolds
There's an empty spot at the table, no smiles or laughter there,
Where there once were friendly faces and hearty appetites,
Where once we discussed the days events and planned future tomorrows,
And where we once held hands and uttered prayers of thanksgiving.
The joyful noises of the holidays are now just hushed whispers
And the tears replaced the smiles and laughter that once was there.
There's an empty spot at the table, where memories now occupy
The seats that were once warm.
To those who stole the joy and laughter and took our smiles away,
I wish you could see the hurts and the pain
As we look longingly at
The empty spot at the table.