For Now, We Wait
For Now, We Wait
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham (Painting #9)
Broken through
concrete and stone,
her heart felt ships passing
day and night.
She could no longer carry her
child with its tired feet,
her arms weighed down
by hunger and despair
and a husband
not yet returned
from sea.
Soon, she guarantees
her little one’s
searching eyes, soon.
Soon, he will embrace
us child with open arms
and big heart, with sea stories,
and food, much food to quiet
our stomach’s loud rumbles.
For now, water shall cool our feet,
we sit and wait together,
find things to laugh about
before his ship
comes alongside,
his two favorite girls.
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