Sitting alone in my chair,
     remembering your smiles,
     the happiness on your face
     when we had our first child.

     Observing high cotton clouds;
     you loved watching them, too. 
     Going inside now, all alone,
     Another lonely day is through.
     
     I am setting the table using
     the China you liked so much,
     my way of keeping you near,
     using the things you touched.
    
     Within our picture albums are 
     precious memories we held dear,
     memories to hold me until 
     we meet again... in another sphere.