MUMS CHAIR

Each day we expect to see her sitting there
But all we see is her empty old chair.
It fills our hearts and minds with dread
As it means she’s still ill in bed.
So get well soon, dear precious mother
For there truly will never be another.
To take your place in that old armchair
That looks so empty standing there.

By
Alfred Weston
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