The lawn was green, but empty.
Trees stood tall in the wind,
Bending, greeting, waving
Their hammockless arms
To me, only me.
People make a place
With their messes and their cares
Moving in quiet concert,
Broken, blooming, unaware.
People make a place.
The halls were bright, yet silent.
Chairs sat open in the stillness,
Keeping, watching, holding,
Their memory filled embrace
For me, only me.
People make a place
With their laughter and their songs
Birthing love in the greyness,
Gentle, joyous, and strong.
People make a place.
The swing was new, and perfect.
You pushed me through the air
Laughing, shouting, giggling
In the golden spring sunlight
With me, only me.
We made this place
With our tears and our wishes,
Sinking deep in the soft soil
Building and shaping new bridges.
We made this place.
