"Same Spot"
“Same Spot”
Comfortable, calm, quiet, de-stressing, and welcoming.
These are the words I choose to describe that spot,
I had so many ups and downs in that place.
As the sun went down and the moon appeared,
I was sitting there watching the leaves falling from the trees.
It was beautiful, fall always brings me peace,
And that same spot was more beautiful on autumn afternoons.
At that same spot, my father used to take me there when I was a little kid.
We sat at the bench and he was always reading me books,
Fairy tale books where the good guy rescues the girl and destroys the bad guy.
At that same spot, I was crying on the bench.
After receiving the news of my father’s death,
The fall afternoon comforted me and instead of my sad heart
getting even darker,
It was filled with the joy of the memories of every afternoon
I spent alongside my dad In this delightful place.
At that same spot, I had my first kiss,
I had my first date, also my wedding, and my pregnancy revelation.
In that same place, when I went to read books alone there,
Due to the very little movement in the place,
It brought me peace.
While relaxing, I went into labor.
In that same place, I took my first son to sit on that bench.
We read a book and played.
I taught him to bring a piece of bread to give to the ducklings.
At that same spot, I wrote my entire book there,
My first published and successful book.
At that same spot, I saw my baby marry his girlfriend on the same spot where I married his father.
I was watching the wedding while sitting on that bench, I cried with happiness.
At that same spot, I watched my son and his wife announce their first baby there.
In that same place, I taught my granddaughter to read.
I was sitting on that bench with her holding a fairy tale book
Where the princess is The one who saves herself, no man is needed for that.
I also watched my granddaughter enjoying the same activities as
I liked when I was Younger.
At that same spot, I said goodbye to the love of my life,
Who died of old age on my Side, holding hands with me.
And now at eighty-nine, I will be buried in that same spot,
Alongside all the Memories of my youth, memories of my dear father, and my beloved husband, who left early.
I know I’ll see them again, and I’ll be right here, sitting on this bench,
Watching the Leaves of the trees fall.
I’ll never leave because this same spot still welcomes me,
Even after I’m dead.
