Our swing is covered up with snow
where once we sat together.
We mentioned how the grass did grow
through all the rainy weather.
"How beautiful the flowers look"
we heard so many say.
The Bible was our favorite book.
We read it everyday.
The snow will melt; spring will come;
but life won't be the same...
For I'll be sitting here alone
while memories remain.
This poem was a finalist in the
October 2011 poetry contest