The Country Celebrant: Memorials

The Country Celebrant: Memorials:

I wrote this poem in memory of a dear friend and colleague who lost her battle with cancer a year ago. I find writing hugely therapeutic and I hope that this poem might strike a cord with you.

The Bench ~ by Cindy Groves

Today I'll sit and think of you

Tomorrow I may do so too

Today I'll hear your laugh again

Tomorrow it will be the same

If every day could be the last

and all the times we had were past

Then I would be so happy, free

to know that you were close to me

Around the corner, down the lane

across the meadow, here again

The bench would be our meeting spot

to laugh and cry and share a lot

A place to sit and share a smile

to talk and listen, quiet a while

A place to cry that you are gone

but knowing you has made me strong

I will remember and I'll sing

about the times we did that thing

The silly, mad and happy times

the made up games and stupid rhymes

The flowers, the paint, the silver too

all things that bring me back to you

The scent of gardens in the rain

the colour turquoise in the main

The sound of children having fun

ice-cream, stories, trying to run

Sticky fingers, mud and goo

paint on clothes and endless glue

The bench would be our meeting spot

to laugh and cry and share a lot.

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