After The Grief, The Gratitude Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

The fireside chair sits empty,
I hear no more your song.
Each summer day is stagnant;
Each night is cold and long.

I have no arm to lean on
the way I leaned on you;
and no more funny stories.
Who would I tell them to?

God knows how much I miss you.
The love light in your face,
the sounds of your night music,
the warmth of your embrace.

But this is my endeavour.
These memories we share,
a lifetime full of treasures
Thank you for being there.