The bench it has a year round view As it stares out at the sea Taking in the memories Of all that it can see It never fails, in fine details Whether big or small Memories thought long since gone, now can be recalled A discreet yet public kind of voyeur Where people sit and rest a while, as if they had been lured And if you look upon the bench Is usually an older crowd Their mind still full of youth With a body that’s let them down But when I sit upon the bench Looking out to sea I remember all the times that you too sat here with me This bench is for your honour It has an engraved plaque But how I wish we were young again And I would have you back.
Hi, I am a 50 something stay at home mother, grandmother and daughter of elderly (ish) parents. I do however, volunteer twice a week in a charity shop, mind grand children on occasion and of course do any other running around required by extended family. Prior to being a stay at home mum, I have worked at many different jobs, changed career a few times and gathered lots of stories along the way, which I hope you will enjoy as we begin our new relationship. I hope I will be able to entertain, engage and enlighten you, if only a small bit. Life is short, so lets have some fun. Looking forward to getting up and running (metaphorically speaking of course) as I have no intention of running anywhere! Perish the thought!! Thanks for stopping by, Carrie x
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