Porch of Reunion

I park my car beneath the willow tree

The screen door hangs exactly where it used to be

I sit alone and watch the dust motes rise

Staring out into the quiet Sunday skies (hmm-mmm)

I didn't call my sister,

skipped my brother's call

Too scared to see the grief that shadows us all

I kept this wooden deck

a private shrine

Keeping all their memories

purely mine (ahhhh)

But grief is a heavy stone to carry

alone

And cold is the wind on a house no longer home

But look at the dust on the gravel drive

Three rusted cars suddenly arrive

We pull up a chair,

we open the door

And the porch isn't empty anymore (no it isn't empty anymore)

Sarah brings the coffee,

David takes a seat

We share the quiet space where the memories meet

No longer hiding

from the love we share

Finding our shelter

in the cool autumn air

We pull up a chair,

we open the door

And the porch isn't empty anymore (no,

we are right here) We laugh through our tears,

we heal on this floor

No, the porch isn't empty anymore

Under the willow tree (hmm-mmm)

Just where we used to be