Free Cee Sharing a Park Bench Quietly

SHARING A PARK BENCH QUIETLY Oh that? That’s a relic representing recollections my mother’s had for years A creation carved with creativity and counted among her most cherished possessions It was designed during many consecrated conversations and sanctified sessions Her husband, my dad, had worked on it as days fell into weeks And weeks collided with months When I was very young Mom would sometimes sit me on the couch and crouch to tell me a story The tale etched into that relic with initials, symbols and most importantly love Because that’s what mom and dad had the most of Mom would describe to me with urgency and a smile what the cherub on the upper left hand corner represented for a loving pair It was there to savor their security and ensure longevity so rare No one in my family cared much for brevity to dare But rather held sacred was the mortar of love with which they were cemented And then she pointed to the apartment number they as newlyweds had rented There was a pair of doves to promise ever blue for a union of two who truly were not one without the other It does a son’s heart good to learn of how his father first met his mother The story says they met in a park during a rainstorm and that’s the reason on the relic is a rain drenched tablecloth upon a picnic table My dad did so much more than most are able There are no hearts carved to be seen on the relic because only the two of their hearts mattered Dad had, as well, taken the time to carve a story with silence about the soulfulness and brightness of his wife and my mom was truly flattered It’s a beautiful relic and it’s also a reminder that being together, for them, meant for always And in always Aiming always for a million or more days Yes, for my whole life that relic has hung upon that very same wall Oh but now due to delirium and dementia mom doesn’t recognize nor recall that lovely relic at all © 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~ ]