The Widow's Walk
This railing in the sky
Guards me in a heart pounding search
A place to tread and use your eye
Such a tiny space, planks well used, a church
For prayers and tears to flow
My linen cloth clutched in hand
beneath Sunrise, Sunsets glow
I watch beyond the land
And fear death, sadness and loss
Wait, there, did a shadow heave
On the horizon, a ship, a kiss upon my cross
Its her, the 'Martha D,' or I'm deceived
Yes, yes, at last she's home
I'll run to hold my love most dear
This Widow's Walk a perch used to groan
Now filled with laughter, not with tears
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