Living In Hope

She came to the seashore every day 

Hoping against distant hope, 

To see the sailor gone away,

Though she knew of no scope.

She felt it in her heart and mind, 

The moment he left her behind,

It was a journey of no return, 

But the flame of hope did burn.

The howling winds and the rising tide,

A sense of foreboding inside, 

She pleaded with him not to leave 

He would, her words, disbelieve. 

The sailor in him, brash, confident, 

Treating nature with contempt,

Driven by a sense of duty and purpose, 

He waved her goodbye and blew her a kiss.

It was two years since he went his way,

She was back without fail every day 

It was a ritual that couldn't be stopped 

Her hope was on this frail hinge, propped.

A storm was brewing once again, 

Reminiscent of that fateful day

Head held high, she'd face the gale

And any hurdles she would scale.