Poem; Victor.

This was a home from the start,
Now it's a house, with no heart.
I imagine you siting in that empty
Chair, over there, those blue eyes
Always bore a questioning glance,
And my heart never stood a chance.
You were my life, rolled up in one,
At times you were such fun,
If ever we disagreed, you would
See the funny side, and joke,
We always went for broke!
Your place is empty in the bed,
Not in my heart, you were loved
right from the start. Each night
I remember you always kissed
me goodnight, and hugged me close,
Now you are a much loved ghost.
You were a tease with a twinkling eye,
Had a quirky sense of humour,
Which I, did not always get.
Each day you took Flossie for a walk
At exactly the same time, shouting out,
"Get the tea on, I don't pay you for nowt!"
After you had gone, I listened
For your voice, but silence reigned,
It caused me so much pain.
However, looking back I realise
How lucky I was to have you,
A husband, a father, and a great man too.