Stone Bench

“May I share this bench? She asks.
I’ll keep quiet, I promise.”
High above the ocean
in a graceful place

a stranger sits beside me
dressed in black
high-heeled elegance
and feminine beauty

We sit together and apart
I’ve come to feed my soul
to read and write words
of consolation to a grieving mother

The stranger turns to me
her face etched in sorrow
beneath heavy make-up
“What are you reading?” She asks

“A book of meditation
that gives me peace.”
Her questions prod deeper
“What are you writing?”

I’m surprised at her boldness
and tell her the truth…
“About the sadness of a son’s suicide”
“Why was he so depressed?”
She searches my eyes
reaching for answers I can’t give

I take a chance
“Why are you asking?”
Her walls begin to crack
“I am terribly depressed myself
My children have abandoned me
I am their Mother!”

She tells me her story
I listen. Aware it is a gift to her
to listen and to hear

Tears break through the dam
Her children are spoiled…
ungrateful. Want it all.
Their father gave them things

but taught them disrespect
and then went to his grave
“I don’t know what to do”
From her center’s depths, she cries

I can’t help hugging her
and feel her pain begin to ease
Love wraps round both of us
beyond the cold of a stone bench
beyond un-answered questions

For now, it is enough

Jean E. Taddonio


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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