The Watcher
by
Stephni Warner
2000


He stood
in the shadows

He watched
from the hollows

He watched
as she came

To this park
in all but name

To this place
of trees and grass

To this place
of times passed

He was with her
as she wept

He watched her
as she slept

He was with her
as she walked

He listened
as she talked

When the time came
to let things go

He very quietly
let her know

They went
to that special park

He talked to her
before he did part

He left her
over his grave

With memories
she could now save

In Memory of Don Schanke