Old Man Potter

Old man Potter had a bench
at the park,
he'd sit every day
from dawn until dark.
Watching the children
moms and dads,
remembering the life
he once had.
With far away glances
his eyes did appear,
I asked him one day
"Why are you here"?
He chuckled a bit and
said with a grin,
"I just like watching
because way back when.
Once a long long
time ago,
I too had a family
and loved them so.
My wife was a treasure
beautiful to me,
she now lives in heaven
with angels you see.
My son was my world
but went off to war,
never returned
to knock on my door.
Once as a family we
played here too,
when life was
simple and troubles were few.
Now old man Potter
sits not alone,
though his bench may be empty
his heart is at home.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 06/22/2014