Featured Poem: Love’s Little Park

Bette J. Lafferty
Tampa Branch, Florida

 

It has been years since we first came to this little park,

where young saplings with limbs so strong

reached to the heavens to catch the popcorn clouds.

I remember our visit as if it were yesterday.

There was that hidden swing where love rose up

and gentle hands pushed against the breeze

and caressed my wounded heart.

You offered me a safe place to be free,

to laugh and to be loved again.

How sad to see the potholes riddling the lane

that once led to a lifetime of intoxicating tomorrows,

days filled with mountains climbed,

where sun-drenched beaches continued for miles and

hours of imaginary fantasy thrilled the child within us.

Now, aged with time,

the mighty oak trees hold only our memories

locked in the circles of their trunks.

Covered with blue-green fungus,

weakened branches cling precariously

waiting for the next strong wind

to take them down.

I know this little park was but for a season.

Yet, I’m thankful for it offered us a lifetime of hope and joy.

I linger for a moment longer,

hesitant to say goodbye

to you and to my dear little park.

But time calls for me to seek a new path

where untold memories are waiting to be made.

And who knows, perhaps, a new love.

 

 

Comments

  1. I love the images of “popcorn clouds” and “intoxicating tomorrows.” Also “potholes riddling lanes and blue-green fungus.” Thank you.

  2. Excellent read. Highly relatable.

  3. Beautiful, powerful imagery. Some poems grow lovelier with each reading, and this is one of them. Thank you for sharing.

  4. DIANNE LYNN BENANTI says

    Brilliant!!! 🙂 Heartfelt within every note of every word!!! Keep creating, Bette! All best, DB