Christmas is the time of year when family come together
It’s meant to be a Happy Time, regardless of the weather
But when a precious link is missing from the Golden Family Chain
Christmas just brings memories and a heavy dose of Pain
A candle on the Sideboard, her picture in a Frame
Is all we have with us today, as we silently say her Name
Christmas Day around the table
With a Lonely Empty Chair
It’s hard to get to grips with it
Such Sadness in the air.
We set a place for her this year
Beside her Empty Chair
It would have been too hard not to do so
We wanted to feel her there
We even left a Cracker, a knife and fork and plate
If only she could have joined us, it would have been just great.
I think of her as an Angel, A new Star in the Sky
Twinkling brightly from above, as this Christmas Day goes by.
The Day is nearly over now
The food we could not touch
Drinking and ‘being merry’ just proved to be too much
So we just sat and remembered her, beside her empty chair
And wished it could be different, and that she could still be there
Christmas round the table will never be the same
We will always love and miss her, will always call her name.
(Dedicated to the memory of my beloved daughter Marguerite who went to Heaven on the 29th November, 2004)
“Wishing everybody who reads this poem, a happy, joyous, & peaceful Christmas with your loved ones.”
Claire Bernadette Forde