Dec 2012
There's an island paradise,
Lined with English trees,
Fountains splash into the air,
Bushes hum with bees.
Children play upon the grass,
Ducks join in their game,
And there upon a wooden bench,
Are two dates and a name.
I don't know your story,
Or why you passed away,
I'm just sad you had to go,
Before your thirteenth day.
Lined with English trees,
Fountains splash into the air,
Bushes hum with bees.
Children play upon the grass,
Ducks join in their game,
And there upon a wooden bench,
Are two dates and a name.
I don't know your story,
Or why you passed away,
I'm just sad you had to go,
Before your thirteenth day.
I wrote this after taking my son to a park.
It was a beautiful summer's day and everything seemed perfect.
And then I noticed this inscription on a bench.
It was a beautiful summer's day and everything seemed perfect.
And then I noticed this inscription on a bench.
