In Loving Memory of
Georgia Farabee Dorman

I see her empty chair at mealtime I sit in her livingroom recliner Trying to sense her spirit I close my eyes and her memory appears We talk....I cry I wear her jewelry as though to carry her with me with me to the mall The way we used to go hand in hand A face in the crowd so resembles her I leave before others see the pain Spill from my heart, down my cheek A vacant chair, an unoccupied bed A quiet house with too many memories None of these can ever compare To the void I feel in my inner being The ache felt deep within This anguish of Deaths' Grande Finale

I miss you Mom. Love, SHARON



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