Though the chair is empty, still it is reserved
for one who holds my heart
Candles alit, and colourful settings arranged and waiting
Yes, I am an old romantic
one who knows too well __ She’ll never change
The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg remind me
of a childhood in Vancouver, on the east-side
where all the leaves would line the street
and crunch beneath my feet.
Tall oaks, maples and chestnuts
yet of all the odours, it is the chestnut tree,
in all its splendour,
that pulls me to my thoughts of old
on this very boulevard, that I reminisce
at old and beautiful Sunnyside Park
There, a little girl hopped and skipped,
with happy sidewalk tunes
In a magic fairy land,
in which she lived and loved so well
And so, the chair is empty my dear
but I am not lost nor am I afraid
Though your presence is wished for, with all of my heart
I still raise a glass of cheer __ nonetheless
And give thanks, for the sharing of a heart
on this warm Thanksgiving night.
26/06/CGMair