Two rocking chairs sit together on my front porch
Each empty chair filled with memories from long ago
When Papa worked on them at the end of the day
His deliberate craftsmanship to me seemed slow,
Until the day Papa asked me to come see his chairs
Such beauty I saw there was a sight to behold
The chair with a soft cushion I knew belonged to Mama
Papa's love for her told me so without being told.
Papa and Mama have rocking chairs in Heaven now
But their empty chairs on my porch will always remain
Today I'm sitting in my swing looking at them
Living in memories, but sadly memories aren't the same,
As having them here with me....
Ralph L. Clark © 2001