There once was a bench
that I ever so loved
it was in the near end of Wisconsin
by our cottage
my grandma and I would sit
and stare up in the sky
Then grandma died and
I no longer went

There once was a bench
that reminded me of the good times
it was down the street from Arabella
the house where I recovered
I would go and sit
and think
Then I left Arabella and
I no longer went

There is a bench
that reminds me of grandma and recovery
its in my backyard
the house I grew up in
I go to the bench
and sit and write about life
the bench is still there
I go there everyday