Ornaments are hung on a brightly lit tree.
Smell of cookies filling the air.
All your favorites are about done.
The chairs are placed in order.
Napkins folded neatly, with name tags
placed in front of the plates.
We all sit looking at each other.
Closing eyes in unison we shed a tear.
Each whispering our silent prayers.
You chair waits for you, but your not there.
Who cuts the turkey now?
Is there dinner for you in heaven?
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