Original Poem: His Park

Five years later and I still visit Josh - it is part of my regular Saturday routine.  His park is a safe place and this poem expresses why.

His Park
By Sue Anderson

His park

   quiet and still

   full of ears

   listening attentively

   without judgement to my

   sighs, groans, sobs,

   whispers, cries and questions. 

Understanding

welcoming

compassionate mob

Frozen as infants, 

   toddlers.

   teens, 

   adults and

   seniors

From all walks of life

   all nationalities

   all shapes and sizes

Keeping my son company.