The Bench©

The Bench©

Copyright 2014

by Felina Silver Robinson

On a Sunday or a Monday

You could find me in the park

Amongst the flowers

Upon the bench that bears my father’s name

Under the old weeping willow

I read a book or write a poem

Or daydream of what was then and what is now

The sun sets

And I find it hard to leave

Because I know that when I go he doesn’t follow

So I sit a while longer on the bench that bears my father’s name