drifting


He did not understand

Why she had to go so very far

To have company

She needed to know

That she could make it

On her own

She also must think

Of her family

Who needed her

Or so she thought

She slaved away

Until one day

She became too weak

To work anymore

And as she went to sleep

She dreamt of awaking on a distant shore

Tears were in her lover’s eyes

“But I came back,”

She said

He could not hear her

But wept and wept

Looking sideways she saw another,

“Father,” she said,

And touched his sleeve

But the poor old man

Could only grieve

What was this place if not home

She looked back to the sea

And on it rocked a boat

Drifting gently away

And a figure waved

Then turned into me.

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