
https://bluethumb.com.au/christine-beard-christine-beard/Artwork/windswept-643859
She supposes a life beyond this wooden bench,
this windswept summer day, this clear blue bay
with fur seals mewling on the distant rocks.
What will her husband, father, kids do if she dies?
Nearby, a boy and girl are playing in the sandy grass.
Just watching, a father and son, on another bench,
we’re talking sports, memories of those they lost.
She smiled. She was happy. She knew she was there.
This poem has a mirror poem-Fathers and Friends. https://themoyaview.com/2023/01/20/fathers-and-friends/
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