~SUNLIGHT~

I looked into his smiling face,

this child with golden hair,

and told this tale of the watch I stood

when his father wasn't there:

I stood upon a little dune

on sands worn smooth with time;

and put my hand up to my brow

to search the blue skyline.....

I was waiting, dear, and watching

for my darling's ship to come

around the bend and into dock

it was time the men came home.

Every day for those last weeks

I had stood upon that dune

and even in the dark of night

I stood watch by light of moon;

and still, his ship had not arrived

I was still quite alone

I stood and watched the tide come in

while my love was not at home.

He never came, despite my watch,

But I knew you were there ~

I carried you inside me, with your

dark eyes and golden hair

I still go to that little dune

and face out toward the sea

and wonder where your Father is

and I feel him near to me.

© Christina 7-04

Painting "Sunlight" by Frank Benson