Where Memories Linger
When I was a little girl unaware of life and evil,
Father would take me to the park with him;
I loved the ducks and how sweetly they floated there,
Father would sit on a park bench watching me feeding them.
The ducks would come to me without hesitation,
They knew nothing about evil or corruption;
Ugliness in the world did not exist in this peaceful park,
It was so soothing beneath the trees to just sit and talk.
Oh, to go back to those days of the innocent child,
Who would ask father question after question;
Under those swaying leaves and pretty ducks drifting by,
He talked to me about life and nature on that park bench.
I went back to the park recently to visit the park bench,
It still remains as I recall where me and father sat;
Lingering there I watched the ducks drifting and remembered,
A gentle breeze touched my hair and I imaged it was father.
Sitting on the park bench with me . . . .
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February 13, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Where Memories Linger
Copyright Protected, ID 16-756-382-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem #37
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