There is one lone and empty chair
My dad sat there.
There is one in his living room
It is one we’ll have to move.
To somewhere else now that he’s gone
As We close his place and then move on.
I am not quite sure about myself and how
Life will be without him there now.
The chair was where he sat when we all came
To dinner, to help or be helped all the same.
It represents my dad’s place in his home
And how all fathers deserve a slight throne.
Then there is the empty chair in my home
For dinners after my mom was gone.
Countless and countless Sundays with him there
Alone at the end of the table in “Grandpa’s” chair.
And the chair at the side of me in my truck
When I took him to doctors and prayed for more luck
More luck to try to make him well
More luck for me to be kinder still.
I know that we will all come to move on
We’ll come to accept that he has gone on.
But today and tomorrow and maybe for years
These empty places will fill with my tears.
For I counted on dad to be next to me
While I learned to be better than I could be.
I wanted to love him just a few years more.
And see him sitting there from the door.
Please don’t ask me to move on right yet.
As I don’t really want to forget.
The man who loved me my whole life
And really tried to make things right.
So today I will have to cry and just stare
For my heart feels as empty as my dad’s chair.