The Empty Chair

By Kara Legere Minton

I see the empty chair there


At the table where you’d sit,


I close your bedroom door tight


But still leave a lamp dimly lit.


I hold the bear you used to


When you were lonely or felt sad.


I still play your favorite songs;


The ones you'd danced with dad.


I still water your rose bush


The one you planted mother’s day,


I save a spot in church next to me


Hoping and waiting while I pray.


I still make dinner for four;


Even though I know there's only three.


I hold on tight to all your artwork


And just know you’ll come back to me.


I fix the crooked picture frames


Still hanging on the wall.


I look at them every day and say,


“I miss you, I love you, come home, that's all.”


I’ve tried to patch the piece of my heart


That lies empty all the time


But I can’t do that without you here;


you’re the piece absent in my life.


I’d give my life, my soul, my being


To know just where you are.


The pain that I can’t bear to take


I kissed up to the stars.


But I will never give up hope;


Or stop searching for my blessing.


Please remember me; the lost


Don’t ever give up on the missing.

According to the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children (NCMEC), every year in America, an estimated 800000 children are reported missing, ...
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