Father's Day

We had my Dad's service yesterday and this was a poem my brother wrote:

In an empty room on the second floor

there sits an empty chair

It's old and grey and full of stains

and needs a good repair

that old grey chair has seen its share

of pets and food and spills

So the right to sit in that old grey chair

became a battle of wills

For when my dad walked in the room

we knew we had to go

He said with a stare "get out of my chair

it's time for the Judge Judy show"

With his wife at his side and the dog in his lap

he'd sit in that old grey chair

"How was your day?" is what he would say

and then we'd begin to share

He loved to hear we had a day full of cheer

but not a day full of strife

if that was the case he looked right in our face

and utter "SUCH AS LIFE"

Day after day he'd sit in that chair

and share his thoughts with his wife

he would always say all in all

he's had a wonderful life

So when the lights go on in that second floor room

that seems so hollow and bare

I'm not so sad thinking of dad

when i look at that old grey chair.

By David Lawrence