The Shoes Beside the Chair
He leaves his shoes beside his chair
And sometimes it upsets me
When I see yet another pair
There on the floor beside me.
I think again and thank the Lord
His shoes are there beside the chair
They tell me he’s still with me
And I don’t care the shoes are there.
It matters not what others think
If his shoes are there beside the chair
It matters more to me he’s here
Beside his shoes, because I care.
-Emma L. Willey
Copyright 2003
So good to see you here; you have been missed! Very beautiful poem; very well written! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D