Her Heaven
By R.e. Taylor
It started the day she was born
Her father took her to the bench
Showing the Sun, the beauty of his little girl
They went every night
Sometimes just sitting and watching
Other times telling secrets and dreams
Sixty years later her father was long gone
So, she goes alone to sit on the bench
She tells her father how her day went
And what she thought dreamt and wished
Now, she no longer sits on the bench
No one has sat on it in years
But she is remembered there
A bronze plaque sits in her favorite spot
Sometimes you can still see her
Talking to her father and watching the setting sun
She must still be happy on that bench
It must be her Heaven
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