In the chair where I once sat
The cushion still carries a dent
My slippers are still on the mat
On the air, you can smell my scent

Sitting there, I’d read my book
And drink a cup of tea
Then I’d lift my head to look
And see you smiling at me

Then one day, my body weak
God called me to his throne
An angel gently kissed my cheek
And I left you all alone

Now I’m sitting at Gods right hand
Looking down upon you
I hope you try to understand
There was nothing I could do

From here, I’ll gently guide your way
Until we meet once more
Then upon that glorious day
I’ll greet you at heavens door

© Tony Channing 2002