| We all bear many losses in lifeThe passing of a husband or wife.
 
 I look at the chairs, empty around the table,
 Everyone gone, will I ever be able
 
 Not to remember you ,especially at this time
 To think of the years of joy when you were mine.
 
 I shed a tear and wonder why
 We had to say our sad goodbye.
 
 I watch the flicker of the memorial candle
 Dancing shadows on your picture on the mantle.
 
 The candle burns and leaves a rosy glow
 A tribute to those we cannot let go.
 
 The doorbell rings, the room fills with glee,
 I look at the chair meant only for me
 
 I make the room and promise in my heart and soul
 To never complain about serving one extra matzo roll
 
 I want to gather my company with hugs and love and fun,
 And I am putting off setting the table with a chair only for one.
 By Rosalie Avigdor |