Met a Friend On a Bench
The old woman shifted her weight from her hip.
As I sat down beside her she chewed on her lip.
I flashed her a smile and wished her good morning.
She did not expect me to speak without warning.
This old wooden bench had pulled us together.
on this beautiful morn of clear springtime weather.
Finally she grinned and she whispered hello.
I reached out my hand and she took it so slow.
"You have such kind eyes" she said with a smile.
So we sat on this bench and chatted for awhile.
All her years had made her enchanting to me.
I asked her if she'd like to come have some tea.
I made a dear friend for life that day
as I listened to all she had to say.
Now the morning waned but the friendship grew.
This bench had brought me luck I knew!
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
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