Dads Chair

I went to see Mom and I sat in Dad’s chair
I sat in the car seat where Dad used to steer
I sat at the table where they both would say grace
In the meeting I sat in what once was his space

We sang and we talked like she and Dad did
We remembered his jokes and how he would kid
I opened her door and held her kind arm
While walking down stairs, to keep her from harm

I kind of look like him, our eyes are the same
He gave me his humor and he gave me his name
The people who loved him are so nice to me
I remind them of him, and of what used to be

So I cheer up my Mom so she won’t get the blues
But I know oh so well, that I can’t fill his shoes

 I wrote Dad’s chair when I was at Saginaw Convention with Mom. Between a couple of the meetings, I started it and then I finished it after we got back home that night. It was very impressive how many people came up to me and thanked me for being there with Mom. Also, many people came up and talked about Dad and how much they missed him. They would tell little stories about him and it was really special.