His Scarf

their park, their bench
was serenely quiet
leaves playfully danced
as pigeons quickly took flight.

he caressed the colourful scarf
she had knitted with love and care
he wept tears of remembrance; 
her smile, her joy, the scent of her hair.

a chilly breeze made him shiver
he held tightly his scarf,
wrapped it around his lips
he inhaled deeply; breathing her in.

with steaming cups of coffee
a paper bag of gooey cinnamon buns
they had laid out the sunday crosswords
debated and laughed; they were truly one.

tummies full, cheeks a rosy glow
she lay her head on his lap
gazed into his clear blue eyes,
he kissed her forehead, held softly her hand.

this was their time, their park, their bench
he beamed recalling, the day she chose him.
she raced him uphill to the gorgeous oak tree,
they rolled down the hill; laughing aloud.

he rose from their bench, 
lured by the gorgeous oak tree
fought back tears, as he slid down the trunk,
knees to his chest; fingers wrapped in his scarf.

he read what they etched only a few days ago,
hers read "you are my oak, forever you are my love"
his read "my scarf is your heart; you are my soul"
he kissed the etchings; cheeks streaming tears.

glancing down at their bench he froze, watching;
a young couple with steaming cups of coffee
gooey cinnamon buns peeking through a paper bag,
he rolled down the hill; his scarf,her spirt,in hand.

pulling carefully a piece of fringe from his scarf
he carefully placed it in the young man's hand
smiling, he watched them hold one another close;
in their park, on their bench,now; a new love bloomed

she forever lives in him, their park, their bench
the etchings, her laughter, the love in her eyes.
his scarf, her soul; eternally they are entwined.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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Cornwall Avatar
March 13, 2025 at 10:06 AM
Love shattered and a heart never to be healed. The sadness is that life burns like our Holy Sun. Relentless on one , and then to the next never dreaming it could get worse! I have lost my trust live 40 years ago ( my brother Jack) and he was killed.loved your poem
Marcum Wong Avatar
April 9, 2017 at 12:27 AM
A very beautiful love story that lingers in the mind Lynn. Love may journey to the next realm but the memories sustain us in our grief. 7 ; )
Rodgers Avatar
April 1, 2017 at 2:07 PM
I can see why this is a favorite, it brought a smile and a tear to my eyes
Inman Avatar
February 18, 2017 at 7:55 AM
Rereading some of yours (again), this is, perhaps, my favorite. (Don't be surprised if I say that about other ones).
Callus Avatar
October 12, 2016 at 12:05 PM
Sad, touching, and yet beautiful, Lynn Marie. I don't usually go for long poems, but this one kept my attention throughout. This must have been a really special love, and the memory will last for evermore. ~ Regards // paul
Inman Avatar
October 6, 2016 at 11:07 PM
You touch me with your writing. Your emotions move me with each bittersweet line.
Raven Avatar
August 7, 2016 at 2:04 PM
Hi Lyn, this is an excellent piece of poetry, as i say a little gem. This deserves to have a comment placed on it, even if it is only mine. This tale of love had me engrossed from the beginning. I followed each wonderful line from beginning to end and i did have my little tear. Just call me soppy. Being an old romantic i do love the content in this one, it is very well written and it flows so smoothly down the page. This is an excellent write. This has to be a seven and a fave. Hugs....Mike. XX
Marie Avatar
August 7, 2016 at 2:08 PM
You are "the gem" for your encouraging words! I appreciate your insights, enjoy a lovely day. lynn
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