The Bench
Sometimes I imagine you just sitting on that bench
Amidst the beautiful flowers
Just sitting there for hours
Or roaming around the garden
Curious of what there is to find
As you were here on earth
Time after time
As fast as you would run
When you were really young
I could barely keep up
But once your head hit that pillow
You were so mellow
And within moments fast asleep
Sometimes I would just stare
Into your big brown eyes
And beautiful long dark hair
And thank god up above
For giving to me
Unconditional love
A daughter made up of so much more
Then just sugar and spice and everything nice
Kindness and compassion
A flare for fashion
Kisses and hugs
Endless love
I would give anything
To sit there on that bench
With you
And read to you
Just be with you
Hold you in my arms again
To be with my best friend
Again
Run with you, play with you
Just to have another day with you
Sitting on that bench.
S.G. 4/12/2015 (dedicated to my little angel Kaitlyn
Elizabeth 2000 – 2013 )
I only own the words, not the photo.