Another little ditty...Can you guess who this is about?

Waiting for God*

We sit here

You and I

This bench

This tree

Sunlight wanes

Leaves fall

It's October

After all

     ~

You smell good

Is that perfume?

You tell me your story

and ask of mine

I sigh 

Know where I'm from

Where I'm going

Telling of it

Brings fresh pangs

     ~

It's simple

Grew up on a farm

We've all grown

Gone our separate ways

Funny thing,

We all joined the Force

Security mostly.

Doing our duty 

Punching the card

     ~

Somehow I've been thinking

of eternal things lately...

Like my time is coming

How about you?

Sorry, 

I shouldn't have asked

     ~

Your tears, your words

They encourage me

I dry mine

Sit tall

You say, "the end

is never THE END

THE END is our 

new beginning...

You are as compost

to my roots."

Somehow the concept

doesn't sound very romantic...

     ~

"By the way," I say,

"I'm a pumpkin you know."

She says smiling,

"I know."

"What's your name?"

I ask.

She says, "Um...Mum's

the word."

*the title is from a British sitcom

I really did witness this pumpkin and pot of mums side by side on a park bench - and they just begged for a story!  Enjoy!