While walking through the park again,
I think of many things.
I hear the birds up in the trees
And wonder how they sing.
My senses stir with sights and sounds,
That charm this time and place,
And welcome back from memory,
A special warm embrace.
Then as I sit in solitude,
When sun begins to set,
My soul is stirred to loving thoughts,
For this was where we met.
It was upon this very bench,
Where first I held your hand.
Where first I kissed your tender lips,
Where loving you began.
This is for me, a special place,
It has been through the years.
It’s where we came to plan our life,
And where we’ve shed some tears.
And now that you are with the Lord,
Again you’ve lead the way.
While here, you taught me how to love,
You helped me learn to pray.
So here am I, where roses grow,
Their essence fills the air,
Their fragrance matching your perfume,
The scent of love we share.
And with impressions now renewed
With memories of love,
I smile to know we’ll meet again,
In heaven up above.
© James O’Brien
Sept 2010
Rose photo by James O'Brien
Graphic Set by Designer Lady
from the Members Collection
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