THIS BENCHA Poem by Betty Hermeleea future?Still, I remain on this bench perhaps it is a foreboding of the near present so many decisions to assemble in a foreign land where I am a stranger to everyone including my dear soldier whether to remain in England that the possibility of his amnesia pikes out and he recognizes me in my present state all these notions need attention straightaway
This bench means a lot to me it is my salvation from the horrors of my foolish visit to the gentleman when I could run away no more my legs stripped from under me I sat for hours collecting myself as you well know my predicament yet is has some value, some respite, some memories that is why I have this bench from which to take flight to a new adventure if I please
Though, first I would like to unwrap this blanket from my body which shrouds me and my mind together during my initial shock in addition, it will release the tension that envelops me I fold it and lay it next to me now I can breathe and view my life before me more clearly
Foremost, I touch my baby and sing to him while he peacefully sleeps he must be tired with all the kicking this morning I yawn and peek at the sun, then remind him that I love him very much I lift off the bench and walk through a lovely park
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10 Reviews Added on December 29, 2024 Last Updated on December 29, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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