It Brings back a lot of memories

when I look and see no one there,

my Dad and I playing Checkers but

now just an empty chair.


Just to hear him laugh once more

or tell me it's getting late, it won't

be long when I see him again just

inside the Eastern Gate.


He tried to teach me how to play but

I was young and didn't understand,

he would give away one or two

and still have the winning hand.


I often times catch myself looking

with a stare, wishing just once more

he would be in that empty chair.

                                                                       Ted Taylor



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