Upon the Dock
She stood upon the dock
A gloved hand cupped her mouth
To catch the sobs and tears
Her other gloved hand
Still waving with a white hanky
As the ship slipped out of view
One of the last to leave
Young and pregnant
Yet a veteran of
Grief and hardship
She stood upon the dock
Her eyes searching
The returning
The walking
The maimed
The emaciated
The shell shocked
A gloved hand held that
Of their son
She was one of the last
To leave
Cradling their son
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