Mother’s Empty Chair

Gazing at the empty chair I hear mother singing

Rock of Ages was one of mom’s favorite songs

Though that chair has been empty for a long time

It still seems like that is where mother still belongs

How my heart melts with all those wonderful lyrics

They still sound like she sung them long years ago

In my dreams she always sings with a perfect pitch

I will hear them again when up to God’s Heaven I go

Mothers are always special to her boys so it seems 

Yes I know she always loved her two little girls too

But somewhere in her heart the boys were different

With all her children she did everything she could do

When I climb those Golden stair steps up to Heaven

I will first thank my God for taking this sinner up there

Then I would search out my dear mother and hug her

She would know then how much for her I really care

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