when she was a child
and she was quite surethat no one was looking
she picked up a stick
to scratch in concrete
‘I was here’
each day
as she walked to schoolshe would see her work
and laugh to herself
no one would know it was her
in her teenager years
she had that teenage crushand melting against his name
cleared the dust on his car
with words that only she could write
‘I love you’
She thought he really knew
but she would never tell,
in later years
when thinking about him
she would laugh inside
with a little embarrassment
she had a long and ordinary life
a husband, children
and memories to drown
and if she could paint the sky
these would be her words
‘life is beautiful’
before she died
and with a knowing smile
she left these words
especially for you …
‘I was here
I love you
life is beautiful’
© Richard Scutter (and for a certain anonymous person)
15 September 2011
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