An Empty Bench
An empty bench, this cold, misty Autumn day,
Normally two lovers sit, of elderly sway.
William and Norma held hands upon this bench
They laughed out loud together when he called her ‘wench!’!
William sits at home now, sad and very alone,
Norma’s here no longer, to heaven she has gone.
He’ll go to the bench, when his tears no longer flow
For the sweetheart he married all those years ago.
Inside his head and heart she wanders all the time.
Just what was the reason ,and what was the rhyme,
That took her way too early from his warm embrace?
Leaving empty tomorrows that he cannot face.
Please go , William, and sit upon your love bench
Remember with fondness your sweet and loving wench,
And when the Autumn leaves fall on the softest sigh
It will be Norma blowing kisses from the sky.
Jan Henson has written poetry for a few years. She finds it an enjoyable experience. When she attended school in England (in the ‘50’s) poetry seemed such a dry medium and she wasn’t all that impressed. After school, she became a hairdresser and continued the profession after her marriage and birth of her four children. When her youngest was three, she started working nights at a nursing home. She realized her passion for the profession and became a nurse. She worked in the healthcare industry for 20 years. After her children were grown, she retired to Turkey where she currently lives.