A Single Rose

A single rose on every chair,

In honor of the one not there.

A hallowed chair; unoccupied,

A tribute to a life denied.

A humble church in a Texas town,

Empty now without a sound.

Sacred grounds now put aside,

A solemn reminder of those who died.

I feel their pain I can’t deny,

My words seem empty, though I try.

Express my anguish and my grief,

A heavy burden beyond belief.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

The peace of death to them entrust.

A single rose on every chair,

Arranged with tender loving care.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole