This Bench

by AngelaLuisaCory   May 16, 2016

This bench is oh so old now
It's seen so many years
It's heard so many daydreams
and shared so many tears

I've held my babies in your arms
And wiled away the hours
It's seen the light of many days
And weathered many showers.

The conversations had on there
Could never be replaced
And you and I still sit here now
In another time and space.

My friend we sit together now
Through all the years of youth
The autumn of our lives is nigh
We've shared so many truths.

This bench is very old now
It's battered and forlorn
Its wooden struts are peeling
And the metal work has worn.

I'm sorry that you're going
But I know you will be fine
As you're going to my dear friend
Who sat with me through time.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Matt Taylor

    Hi Angela Wood is such a marvellous material warm and engrained and weathered through the years holding many stories and memories like this bench . It remindsme of Joe Corries poem "Ode to a Grecian Urn" in that it beautifully expresses a very personal and heartfelt relationship with the object

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hello M

    I have to be honest: how on earth you have managed to bring a lump to my throat with a poem about a bench is quite beyond me; perhaps it is because I know a little bit about it! On the other hand, I don't think anyone could fail to read this without being stirred somewhat.

    My friend we sit together now
    Through all the years of youth
    The autumn of our lives is nigh
    We've shared so many truths.


    This is my favourite stanza and the most moving, in my opinion.

    The rhyming is smooth and unforced throughout and the extended personification of this old and battered bench is wonderful.


    • 2 years ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      Thank you Ben. I knew you would know what I'm trying to portray

  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Im suddenly looking at benches in a whole new light... You took me on a visual calming with this poem... Oh I just love this!

    • 2 years ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      Thank you so much for your comment. I'm glad you liked it

  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    Love, love, love this.

    It took me back to when my Nan was alive and there was a picnic bench in the woods near where she lived and we would always go each summer to have picnics there and watch the waterfall flowing. It brings back so many beautiful memories, if only i could go back to that bench one more time with her.

    Beautiful, Em

    • 2 years ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      Dear Em. You always will in your heart because the people we truly love never leave us. Thank you for your comment.

  • 2 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Oh my word that poem was so lovely and filled with emotion and memories it brought genuine tears to my eyes. Its amazing how much history a bench sees, So many coffees, so many conversations, The good and the bad times. A piece of history that will hopefully live on for many more years.
    Take care all my best wishes Milly xx

    • 2 years ago

      by AngelaLuisaCory

      I'm so glad you enjoyed it. A bench hears so many things and sees so many things, yet remains silent - the memories we always take with us, whether the bench is there or not!