It’s a little park close by the Leie River. I go there to be alone. Today I go there to write.
I don’t even think it has a name. Let’s check with Miss Google:
Oh! I’m wrong. I sit in the Willem de Beerpark. It’s quiet here. You’ll be happy to know that I saw a seagull over the river a few minutes ago. Gulls know cool spots too.
As I left home, I thought of the easily missed street that takes me here. I thought of the bench upon which I reside. I didn’t even know of the plaque that my back rests on. Here it is:
In Memory Of
Such fine words. We need to remember those who have touched us … and then departed. No doubt we smile in the remembering.
I won’t remember what you said
I won’t remember what you did
But I’ll always remember how I felt
When I was with you
Tanka had a short life. She is well remembered. I just know that
Thank you for the little sit, Tanka