Benches

Oh wooden bench, why do you look so quiet?

Are you waiting for someone to spend time with you?

So many thoughts spoken out loud creating inner riot,

Knowing there is no one to hear and judge too.

Prayers of the heart you hear often,

With words that can only be uttered in solitude,

Your offer of rest remains open,

Everyone leaves with immense gratitude.

While a young girl whispers her birthday wish,

And lights a candle to send it on its way,

You beckon her to sit and let her spirit flourish,

To let her know this is her special day!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADA!

Photo by Ada

Text by Mama