David N. Weiland
David N. Weiland, September 7, 1937
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 every ones 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!
I Love and Miss You!
