Sitting on a bench
Sharing our stories of
George Eliot
The pen named writer
The high school we all attended
The hospital where you were born
Once in the forefront
Then the backdrop
Of our lives
Sitting on a bench
Sharing our stories of
Riversley Road park
With the parading peacock
The pristine bowling green
The wading pool and bandstand
And of course the Museum
Once in the forefront
Then the backdrop
Of our lives
Sitting on bench
Sharing our stories
Outside
Abbey Theater
With new friends in times of need
Old ones re-acquainted
Once in the forefront
Then the backdrop
Of our lives
All these memories were fortunately made
So stories now can be re-told
And I can still cherish you
No matter how quickly
The two years have flown by
rhythmandthedancer 
That was beautifully said
Barb Sent from my iPhone
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Thank you ❤️
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We haven’t talked in awhile it’s Always a pleasure to see your smile Rythum the dancer! Love ya Turrua
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Beautiful poem and a nice way of coming home. Lovely, Taruna 😊
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Thank you 🙏 ❤️🙏
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Beautiful and heart touching post
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Thank you… it holds a lot of truth, support and sorrow for me… glad you could feel the essence of it
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Truly your feelings are well depicted in the poem. My pleasure.
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