Memories of Patience
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The Empty Chair
October 19, 2020
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Today, I’ll speak with an angel
October 19, 2020
empty chair
The Empty Chair
October 19, 2020
speak with angle
Today, I’ll speak with an angel
October 19, 2020
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Memories of Patience


by Stacey Alderman, Patience’s Mom

Those private places remain the same as if you’ve never left.
Frozen in time, an eternal play place, a silent stage for the bereft.

Artwork on the refrigerator, your shoes still scattered on the floor,
Leave an opening for your return should you appear back at my door.

The pictures that capture treasured memories hang like a shrine upon the wall.
Your scribbled marks, I’m proud of now, that decorate the hall.

On the door frame marks the feet you grew only reaching to year four.
A scrap of paper, dirty clothes and an empty pizza box I hoard.

I talk to you, but now no answers fall upon my ear.
I miss the stories, songs and laughter from when life was full of cheer.

Your puppy Emma is the only one who sleeps lonely upon your bed.
And sometimes me when I want to be where last you laid your head.

In memory of Patience Grace Alderman June 7, 2006 - January 5, 2011