The autumn leaves are falling like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups at my table.

T’ang Dynasty poem

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~


Friday, December 23, 2005

Empty Chairs


Empty Chairs

A table full of empty chairs,
Reminders of Christmas past.

The children were too young to know
That's where Grandpa used to sit.

The brother who couldn't make the flight.
Close cousins becoming strangers.
The daughter with her friends,
the son at his in-laws house.

The party becoming smaller, quieter.

The children grown,
their table put away.
They have lives of their own,
each has a full house...and not enough chairs.

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