Not Just a Park Bench

Such memories for someone here,
A bench to rest, and shed a tear:
Always flowers, fresh and new,
Placed with love, I know not who….
At Christmas time a wreath and bow
Swept clear of frost and winter snow,
In summer, roses fragrant and bright,
A loving message, a lovely sight.
Who were the people who loved to sit
And watch the waterfowl surrounding it:
How many ducks and geese were fed
From aging fingers, now sadly dead.
How many birds sang their delightful song
To a couple who visited and stayed so long.
So many years, they loved it here:
This bench is for them, and loved so dear.

I used this picture for the JusJoJan prompt yesterday, but hadn’t quite got my head round the poem I wanted to write for it.
There are a lot of benches in our local park that have been donated by families of local residents. This is the only one that has ever had any tributes on it, and they are replaced regularly on birthdays, anniversaries and at Christmas as a mark of respect for the couple who visited the town for holidays over the years.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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18 Responses to Not Just a Park Bench

  1. Anonymous says:

    Loved it Di – its with all my other collections.

  2. Sadje says:

    I love your poem and the heartfelt words.

  3. jenanita01 says:

    I am one of these bench sitters, and have spent such a lot of time on the ones by our lake. Sometimes thinking through my problems, and other times just watching, forgetting them all for a while.
    Very useful things, benches…

  4. In our local arboretum they have a series of benches decimated to loved ones. It’s a lovely touch.

    • We were friendly with a lovely elderly couple who owned a cruiser which was berthed on our pontoon section. They came every weekend without fail and if it was nice, took the boat up to the first lock (it would take about an hour to get there), have a break, and then cime back. Sadly, he died in June 2018, and she died last February. They’d been married over 60 years. The family donated a bench to the marina with the request that it would be placed somewhere it could overlook the river. Our friends ashes were jointly scattered at the lock from their boat before it was sold.
      Apparently she had been diagnosed with a brain tumour when he was so very ill and knew she would shortly follow him.

  5. fransiweinstein says:

    What a beautiful poem Di. I see memorial benches quite often and always wonder about the people who once sat in them.

    • Thanks Fransi.
      This one always has flowers on it, sometimes with a card, but usually just a modest bouquet of some description. It’s dedicated to a couple who spent a lot of time here on their holidays..

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