I put a nightlight on it
Even though I know you’re not there.
It helps me to feel a bit better
Knowing I have to leave you out there.
The cold stone warms a little
With the little light that shines,
Declaring to all who drive by
One is here, yet one is now gone.
I put a bench on it, to
visit you and such.
To tell you about
the day, to tell you
about what is going on.
I put your picture on it, so
Someday people would look and
see, how handsome you were
and how really short our lives can be.
I put things that you loved on it,
etched for eternity.
Your Mom and Dad,
Your bus and of course, me.
by Barbara Anne fechtig
