Volume 1: Poems From The Heart
The wife stares at her husbands
chair,
but he is not there.
He has went on to be with the Lord.
She falls to her knees and cries,
"Oh, Lord, "Why me?"
In a still small voice,
She hears, "Now look again."
She turns to look
and he is there.
He says, "My love, I will
always be sitting here."
By Lisa Loraine Henderson
