My Bed is Empty

My bed is empty.
There's only a bear,
I hug it and hold it tight
Wish you were there

I wake up in the morning
Not a sound do I hear
I make my oun coffee
That you always done for me.

I make my oun breakfast.
Eat it all alone
Do my oun dishes
That you've always done.

I look out the window
At your rocking chair so still
Can still hear you say
Mommy how soon will you be done

You wanted me there
To sit and rock with you
Now both chairs are still
I have just put them away.

Will rock with you
When I close my eyes
In heaven we will rock
The rest of our day's
                
Author (wife)
Betty Pletz