The Park Bench
I slowly make my way,
eyeing the perfect place to perch—
the bench sitting in the full sun,
caressing my face with its rays.
I’m drawn to the light
and shy away from the shade.
It gives me a reason to be alive
as I watch the children run around.
So many years spent at the park;
now I am here with my greats,
wishing it was you.
Little bubbles of joy surface
as I smile into those little eyes,
handing a drink box and a hug.
Thankful for the grays in my hair—
a reminder that many do not see—
I reflect on the years gone by.
I do feel some pang of regrets
as the list grows longer,
beads of sweat slowly drip,
mixing with the tears that I try to hide.
I made it here to the golden years
with a big hole in my heart—
a heart that now embraces
the two tiny humans sitting on my knees,
one wanting me to kiss her bobo better.
She jumps down, ready to go play,
and says, Watch me as I swing to the sky.
I let out a little sigh,
as I know you are watching from the sky.
Dedicated to my precious daughter.
While I hold my great-niece and great-nephew close,
I still hold you closer in my heart.
Copyright © Lise Clendening | Year Posted 2025
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