A poem for Calum

With apologies to genuine poets, here is a poetic tribute to my son who died five years ago today.

The Empty Chair

There's always one

An empty chair

A silent reminder

Of the gaping hole

In our shattered lives

It follows us

Wherever we go

Taunting, torturing,tainting

Silent laughs

And faded smiles

But the chair

Will never win

We carry you with us

In our hearts

In cherished memories

The empty chair

Will follow us

All our lives

But so will our love

Of all you were

Love you, son

Now and for ever more

xx