The Time Traveler
She woke this morning to the bird's celebratory song.
A smile on her face, for their love could never be wrong.
She wondered where he was this time, and if he would be long,
She fixed her morning cup of coffee, and sat in deep thought.
Wrong this can not be, but is their love all for naught?
Yesterday in Salem, the year 1692 he helped right a wrong,
Today only knows where he lingers, somewhere in time long gone.
He cried when the Great Library of Alexandria burned,
There in 48 B.C. only as an observer as Caesar was spurned.
Always in the shadows when mighty kings were interned.
A stranger when they met, harboring a secret so dark.
Unable to share the horrors he had witnessed his life so stark.
Time spent together, sharing laughter and tears
Soon Blossomed to something so dear.
Stolen moments in time, when he was able to put aside his fears.
She doesn't understand his need to jump, Nor the call that beckons.
But she accepts this man, and abides with few questions
The calls from the past haunt his every waking moment.
There are always consequences and others that sit in judgment.
She prays one day the calls will end and he will stay with her in the present.
Each time he jumps she wonders if he will return to her.
Time spent away from him becomes each time harder.
Hoping he doesn't get lost in time and unable to find his way.
She prays for his safe return each and everyday.
As she struggles to keep her questions and fears at bay.
She stands, a little ungainly on her feet. Eight months pregnant
Swollen with a new life. Soon she will join them, this tiny infant.
Will she be like him, a traveler, called away as he?
She wraps her arms around her belly so gently.
And accepts this gift from her husband so humbly.
Copyright © Yvette Deem | Year Posted 2009
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