Jack Mills

In loving memory of Jack Mills.

The chair on the porch is empty.

The rocking chair rocks no more;

There is no one to say “How are you?” when I come in the door.

You said “I’ll see you tomorrow”, but that was not to be.

The Lord knew you were tired and took you away from me.

Many times I feel you near me.

Sometimes I see you in your chair.

Sadly, then I realize that you’re not there.

Often I lie awake at night when everyone’s asleep,

I take a stroll down memory lane, with tears upon my cheeks.

Remembering you is easy, I do it every day,

But missing you is heartache that never goes away.

So on your birthday, all my love to you I send.

Not only were you my husband, you were also my best friend.