That was her chair;
She always sat there.
Her natural place;
No invading her space.
That’s where she sort
Of sat and held court
And after she died
Dad sat there and cried.
I looked in his grave;
He lay next to Mum
And then, in my head,
A picture had come
Of days when at school
And home for my lunch.
My friends all would call;
A glad, noisy bunch.
My parents were there
And they both looked on.
I thought of those days
And realised they’d gone.
But there are now times
When my parents return
Because there are lessons
I still have to learn.
They’re seen in my children
And granddaughter Beth
And that’s how I know
There is life after death.