Somewhere there's a table
Sitting empty
The one I thought that one day
Would be ours
Mom, Dad, Jess and Me
A reunited family
One last meal to put the past to bed
Reminiscing the good times
Those precious few we had
And laughing now about the bad
Mom and her new husband, Dad and his new wife
Each now finally happy
For the third act of their life
All of us at peace
With those years at 86
What seemed so awful then
Having now led us to this
The one we missed the chance to fill
Because we chose not to forgive
Quick enough for them to live
To see the day time healed our pain
Each year a softening
Of a disappearing stain
Where we could reconcile and finally break bread
Because grudges seem so pointless
When the ones you hate are dead
The one I thought one day
Would be ours
Mom, Dad, Jess and Me
A reunited family
Having one last meal to put the past behind us
But instead I have a hole
Where a mom and dad should be
A half-sister in a drawer
And a step-dad overseas
Two phone-calls and two funerals
And a pair of eulogies
Two sets of ashes that I've scattered
Two premature obituaries
An empty table waiting
For a meal that will never be
And an 86 tattoo
For all the memories
From when we lived
For all those years at 86
That new chapter that never quite turned the page
From when we lived
For all those years at 86
Til the cracks just could not be contained
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Somewhere there's a table
Sitting empty
The one I thought that one day
Would be ours
Mom, Dad, Jess and Me
A reunited family
One last meal to put the past to bed
Reminiscing the good times
Those precious few we had
And laughing now about the bad
Mom and her new husband, Dad and his new wife
Each now finally happy
For the third act of their life
All of us at peace
With those years at 86
What seemed so awful then
Having now led us to this
The one we missed the chance to fill
Because we chose not to forgive
Quick enough for them to live
To see the day time healed our pain
Each year a softening
Of a disappearing stain
Where we could reconcile and finally break bread
Because grudges seem so pointless
When the ones you hate are dead
The one I thought one day
Would be ours
Mom, Dad, Jess and Me
A reunited family
Having one last meal to put the past behind us
But instead I have a hole
Where a mom and dad should be
A half-sister in a drawer
And a step-dad overseas
Two phone-calls and two funerals
And a pair of eulogies
Two sets of ashes that I've scattered
Two premature obituaries
An empty table waiting
For a meal that will never be
And an 86 tattoo
For all the memories
From when we lived
For all those years at 86
That new chapter that never quite turned the page
From when we lived
For all those years at 86
Til the cracks just could not be contained
Sitting empty
The one I thought that one day
Would be ours
Mom, Dad, Jess and Me
A reunited family
One last meal to put the past to bed
Reminiscing the good times
Those precious few we had
And laughing now about the bad
Mom and her new husband, Dad and his new wife
Each now finally happy
For the third act of their life
All of us at peace
With those years at 86
What seemed so awful then
Having now led us to this
The one we missed the chance to fill
Because we chose not to forgive
Quick enough for them to live
To see the day time healed our pain
Each year a softening
Of a disappearing stain
Where we could reconcile and finally break bread
Because grudges seem so pointless
When the ones you hate are dead
The one I thought one day
Would be ours
Mom, Dad, Jess and Me
A reunited family
Having one last meal to put the past behind us
But instead I have a hole
Where a mom and dad should be
A half-sister in a drawer
And a step-dad overseas
Two phone-calls and two funerals
And a pair of eulogies
Two sets of ashes that I've scattered
Two premature obituaries
An empty table waiting
For a meal that will never be
And an 86 tattoo
For all the memories
From when we lived
For all those years at 86
That new chapter that never quite turned the page
From when we lived
For all those years at 86
Til the cracks just could not be contained
Writer: Dan McKee
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