A prayer from St. Francis of Assisi,
Carved on a bench by our son’s trees,
Inspirational words about wisdom and courage,
Accepting change and not being discouraged.
After our son died we placed the bench there,
Where I often say this Serenity Prayer,
Asking for all heavenly aid,
Surrendering to the plan that was laid.
I sit on the bench and I cry,
Missing my son and questioning “why,”
Amidst the blooms on his apple trees,
Gifts he left for us all to see.
One day I hope to only smile,
With all memories of my child,
And any tears cried will be of joy,
For the years we had with our precious boy.