It hides in the shade, as the leaves dwindle down,
The paint may be fading, but the seat is quite sound
Some people sit in the shade, with barely a tear...
without giving much notice, or to think of the years
or to ponder the pain or old newspaper pages ...
There was a black, tragic day, that cruelly erased
an innocent child, with a sweet, gentle face
Traces of heartache still linger in place
Here, I rest for awhile, as I sit in the shade
while a breath-holding sigh, resurfaces then,
...it outrages the sunlight, that wants to pour in
Something swept through the heart of this small coastal town
and still touches me deeply, in a personal way,
as I watch from the playground, of this small charter school,
where my granddaughter plays in the cool, ocean dew
I'm reminded again, with a soft whispered prayer...
for the children who play here, perhaps some who will weep here
To keep them in comfort, and in safe loving arms
To keep every childhood from evil and harm
Carved in the bench is a name of a child
A twelve year old girl, who attended this school,
the same little school, where my granddaughter plays
and learns daily lessons that a child needs to know
So we sit in shade, on this sage colored bench
then she goes to her class, and she basks in the love
she has asked all the questions that shouldn't be asked
and spends all her days at the task of a child...
With smiles for her teachers, just as Polly had smiled
She runs through green grass, where Polly had been...
This is the school, where my granddaughter goes
She brought me along, to where the new garden grows,
and showed me a bench that sits under trees
....and together we share, of what a child shouldn't know
I sit with her now, with the robins and finches...
We trace Polly's name, then our fingers embrace,
in the shade of the trees...
....on a sage colored bench
A true story....
To see Polly's Story... http://www.pollyklaas.org/about/pollys-story.html