Last Updated
06/11/2010 07:34:58 AM

There’s an empty chair at our table now….

A voice unheard and yet somehow

In the quiet stillness of the night

She calls to us to make things right.

We take comfort that the gorgeous red glow

Has now moved ahead to a bright halo.

In a place more fair than earth had to offer

She has joined her mother, daddy Red and her Papa .

Those of us left here to bear

The tragic loss of one so dear

Must hearken to the still sweet cry

And never tire as days go by.

So, onward, daily until every stone is turned

And all the facts are finally learned.

There will be no stopping and not a minute lost

Until every "i" is dotted, and every "t" is crossed.

No malice or contempt is shown

But ever forward until all is known.

Then those of us left here to deal

Can find peace within and begin to heal.