She gazed down at the ball of yarn,
She curved her lips downward,
She couldn’t believe he was gone,
She arched forward.
She tried to think on her work,
But all that came to her mind was his smile,
But all that came was the funny way he held his fork,
But all that came was his quirky fashion style.
For she had loved him in tears,
For she had loved him in laughing,
For she had loved him through the years,
For she had loved him in dying.
It just wasn’t fair,
That all that Death,
Was this empty chair.