This poem was inspired by a bench I noticed one day while walking in Riverside Park. The bench seemed like a beautiful way to memorialize someone. I never knew Gary, but from the inscription, “Beloved husband, father,” I felt appreciation for who he was. ~ DF
By David Freeland
“Beloved husband, father,”
of the Upper West Side.
Human essence pressed
into a piece of metal
and affixed to a bench
breezes from the river,
light through a screen
of trees. In summer,
as day recedes, it seems
he’s there, sitting back,
enjoy the scene.
That’s really beautiful, thank you for sharing that.
Thank you. I often stop to read the inscriptions on benches. they are always very moving.
My grandparents’ bench is it 81st Street and Riverside Drive where they used to sit.
Gary would be proud, and hover in the love and faithful remembrance.
Few words capture and clearly project so much emotion
David, I love this. The image comes easily to mind. And encouraging the belief that those who pass on will always be with us as well as a part of the community. Thanks for sharing!
A love story in 14 lines. Thank you.