Bench Warming

sometimes life dope slaps me
There's a bench in lieu of a headstone
Over a kid that went early
There's about five of them in that row

The one under the bench was with me
a couple of days after my mom died
He labored for me on a couple of jobs
This one was waiting to be finished

We'd gone for coffee and kept going
Ended up on the beach down cape
lots of rocks not much sand
I waded around talking to mom

Kicked up a half brick
An old paver.
Picked it up to throw it
It had three letters on it

Don......... It's inlaid in the pavers around our pool
Some day I'll spark one up on that bench
Sip a cold one and see what comes along

Reviews

[Gandré]

This one was a sweet one.....such a "feel well poem and think about good old times".. and I loved the word lieu. I never will know such words. I don t need to know so much. I just liike how I speak it loud. The rhyming, so naturally flowing, was pleasant to my rhythm, too. paver, - where would I learn this? I had to come to read.

Hi Donald, thanks for reading my newest poem THE FACES OF POLARIZED AWARENESS. Yes I write a long paper. I is very difficult. I will be understood or even not. We will see. But it amazingly works all together. So I wrote this poem for I am thinking all the time, many weeks about this one question. My poem might make more sense after you *ve read the long text. thy for reading it and your... patience.

[Narnie]

sheeeeeesh! Is this true? A good friend of mine says that magic is all around us, sending us messages that no-one can try and fathom, but we try all the same. I think you appreciate that magic and you convey it for others to see so well.

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

Very profound and touching words. Great write!=)