Sadly, our list of deceased classmates is growing rapidly. Please let us know if 

you know of others we should remember on our "In Memory" page. This poem by Jill Eisnaugle

seems to capture the loss of a classmate and the emotions we experience.

An Empty Chair

We gather here, a class once more
To reminiscence, like years before
Upon the days and joys we knew
Before our school-aged time was through
Yet, as we meet, with memories near
We think of those, always held dear -
Our friends and classmates, passed away
To be with God, every school day.

They sit at desks, resting on clouds
Surrounded by angelic crowds
Where they shall be forevermore
The friends and schoolmates we adore
They’ll be with us in every prayer
Until the day, we join them there
Within the walls of Heaven’s class
Where friendships formed shall always last.

Until that hour, we join again
An empty chair, we will maintain
In honor of the life-long bond
We forged with those, now passed beyond 
The friends with whom we learned life’s truth
Whose bonds lasted far from our youth
And shall remain forever near
When we gather, year after year.                                       

 

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection