by Patty E Padgett

Created on: March 08, 2010

WIDOW'S WAILS

He sailed away one windy March day

Just a short voyage, ‘twould take but a day

“I’ll return on the morrow,” he told his wife

As was her habit, she prayed for his life.

The lonely night was nothing new

But by the second night, her panic grew

He promised his return on this very day

Whatever could be the delay?

Days and nights passed as she waited

His safe return she anticipated

No word or sign of his ship could be found

All waterways searched, every channel and sound

Years passed and the husband never returned

A candle in the window eternally burned

She searched the coastline both night and day

Keeping a lantern lit on the docking quay

She grew old but never left her post

Praying for the one she loved the most

Until the day of her demise

She did finally close her eyes

But now through legend it is stated,

That her spirit roams, still not sated

‘Tis said that you can hear her wail

As she stands alert for sight of his sail

You can hear her moaning her widow’s woes

O’er the water when the March wind blows

Crying out with love and concern

Still awaiting his safe return

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