The Back Porch Makes Me Sad

There's a deck with an awning
A table and some chairs
And the barbecue where he used to stand

We've played cards there till morning
Good times were always there
Small fortunes spent to get the winning hand

But it's the place we mourned our dad.
The back porch makes me sad

It's winter now, and the grapes are gone
The leaves have taken over
But the memories of our laughter can still be heard

Days of drinking and soaking the sun
with family and friends and lovers
Where horseshoes and summer games occurred

But it's the place we mourned our dad
So the back porch makes me sad

Years of positive memories
Can so easily be replaced
As the spirit of the porch has been rewritten

For three days last spring
In silence we faced
A chair where he wouldn't be sitting

I sit there alone now and think of my dad.
And the back porch makes me sad