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.