Wednesday, December 11, 2013


                                                      Reflections in the window
                                                      of the early morning sun
                                                      streaks of silver hair glow
                                                      another day has begun

                                                      Two chairs sit together
                                                      with hands clasped beside
                                                      another day is a treasure
                                                      God lovingly does provide

                                                      Youth has passed them by
                                                      youth was oh so sweet
                                                      as the oak tree facing the sky
                                                      from their window seat

                                                     A parent's bond is strong
                                                     father, mother and friend
                                                     the children are now grown
                                                     voices still linger in the wind

                                                    Loneliness may surround them
                                                    each day together they pray
                                                    the sunshine never grows dim
                                                    even upon a cloudy day

                                                   There's no regret or blame
                                                   when death comes to call
                                                   one heart they'll remain
                                                   in heaven standing tall

                                                   Reflections in the window
                                                   two empty chairs are there
                                                   sunshine from heaven's halo
                                                   streaks across silver hair

                                                  © Susie Swanson, 2013


  1. So beautiful, Susie... makes me think of my grandparents. ((HUGS))

  2. Oh how beautiful Susie....Love this one very much!! Love you too...but then you know that already! :)


  3. Very moving, Susie; I can almost see myself and the farmer in just a few years.

  4. This is beautiful, Susie. Time catches up with all of us eventually. Well-done.

  5. What a touching poem, Susie! That's the way I'd choose to be remembered, too.

  6. This picture makes me feel love even though the poem makes me feel a little sad. Beautifully written.