An Empty Chair

Such festivity fills the air!
When family comes from far and near.
To celebrate the Good News and hopeful New Year!
There’ll be chatter and catch ups and so much to hear.
A garage full of laughter and cheer.
Food’ll stretch the tables and let’s not forget the beer!
We’ll all be together, a large family, that’s clear.
And so far, by one, we grow each year.
Such bustling and busyness, let me be sincere
It gets hard to notice what’s not here.
There’s the tree, decorations, and bundles of winter gear.
Talk of sports, and dreams, and cousins furthering their careers.
Everything’s in place, there’s nothing to fear.
Except a brief mention that draws forth a tear.
Many families know and no one will sneer
at the grief that comes this time of year.
For some, it’s okay, we’ll all persevere
But for others that grief just only interferes.
With joy, and hope, and the festive frontier.
It’s hard to celebrate after someone disappears.
So, here’s to the hearts hollowed out like a sphere.
Here’s to the families laden with drear.
They set up a place, not tucked in the rear,
but somewhere everyone would have to adhere.
Pay respects and remember our loved ones with care
Those who should be sitting in that empty chair.