The Bench

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 )

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