|I sit with somber sadness missing mom;
alone upon her bench, in morning sun.
My mother often sat for solace sake,
atop this hill, on wooden bench till late.
A little bench, amidst the shade of spruce,
along the road, for weary walkers' use.
As flowers blossom, birds aflutter play,
thus share with mom, a quiet place to pray.
From heaven, gentle angel graces earth,
to whisper wisdom, light this blessed berth.
I cherish often, tender time to spare,
on wooden bench, with mommy ever there.
A peaceful place to rest, relax, and mend;
this bench was built for grandma, mom, and friend!