By the Water's Edge
Wistfully watching by water's edge,
Shivering and shaking from cold,
I watched with weariness for a sign
Of small skiff without a hold.
Tearfully turning to walk away,
Knowing night wouldn't bring him home,
Ruefully railing at his resolve
To sail on the sudsy foam.
When wild winds wailed and rains rushed down,
Why would he willingly go,
Denying the danger of willful waves,
When well aware that I loved him so?
Morning mists found me making my way
To a single spot by the sea,
Longingly looking for sailor boy,
Hopefully, hurrying back to me.
I see a blimp, No, its my boy's boat,
Blissfully bringing him back
To the side of she who is wondering,
Whether to give him a kiss or a whack.
Written 3/25/19
Title chosen:r "By The Water's Edge
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2019
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