The Empty Place

 

The fire still burns,

but-you're not here-

to feel it's warmth-

your soul to cheer.

 

The empty place,

where on my floor-

you placed the wood,

from by the door.

 

The warmth with which

you did embrace-

each one who came-

each little face.

 

We miss the spirit,

 that is you--

and ,all the caring

things you do.

But, have a hope,

as time goes on--

a brand new life-

a brand new dawn

will bring you back

in to our fold,

our hearts and souls

that you may hold!!

by

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1994