The old man sat alone in the kitchen
with sort of a vacant stare
On the other side of the table
there stood an empty chair.
As memories floated through his head
about things that used to be
he could see his wife still sitting there
as he drank his evening tea.
He remembered things from years ago
and all the things they used to do
He thought how much he loved her
and how she had loved him too.
Then his gaze fell on a picture
that hung on the kitchen wall
He remembered her perfect beauty
as she stood there straight and tall.
He remembered all their times together
and how happy they had been
and having her to be his wife
made him the luckiest of men.
The old man sat alone in the kitchen
with sort of a vacant stare
On the other side of the table
there stood an empty chair.
~ Warren Hedden
