A Widow's Walk
So many emotions,
goodbyes, hellos,
tears, prayers, more tears.
Why I come, I don't know,
perhaps to know
I am not alone.
I keep my child close,
half wrapped in my skirt,
knowing she will miss
her beau as well
in too few years.
She will wait staring -
the barren masts sketched
against a gloomy grey sky
like a dead forest with
a relentless swamp at its feet.
Each day I see the same replayed,
like the cycle of life, a ship sails,
returns, sails, returns, sails
and is forever gone...
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