Sitting In the Park
This is the park
where once we played
where every tree
holds a poignant memory
of love
and laughter.
This is the tree
where you sat and cried
for your first true love
whose heart had grown cold
salt tears
on cool earth.
This is the seat
still etched with the names
of friends and lovers
we no longer see
some have gone
others live on.
This is a place
where dreams were born
on a summer's day
so long ago, where
hearts were light
and futures, bright.
This is a town
where life passes by
all too quickly.
Sitting in the park
I close my eyes
and remember.
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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