Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach as rain began its start. Her path grew wetter with each mile as rain turned into pour, and soon it soaked her body full and clothing that she wore. An empty boat upon the sand came shortly into view, with awning cover on the deck but missing any crew. She stepped into the empty boat and left the heavy rain, but loneliness and sadness were both there to remain. The rain then slowed to quiet patter and silence was restored, except for one soft weak low cry from something still on board. She traced the sound to cabin door and opened it to find, a tiny baby on the floor, all sadness left her mind. The babe was wrapped in bunting clean, a flower in her hair, and cradled safely by the wall and one small baby chair. And on the chair she found a note with words too sad and tearful, but instantly her first big task was making baby cheerful. By now the reader of this poem must know the story’s ending, how fate sometimes can enter in and bring about some needful mending. The widow’s sadness left that day when one became a two, when all the prayers that she had said all suddenly came true.
majored in journalism at NYU in the 50s; received my masters in business from there and worked for Equitable Life in NY for many years. When retired entered antique business and real estate; retired to Massachusetts and Florida; currently do a lot of volunteer work. Friends forced me into poetry due to much writing I had sent to them over the years. So I joined High On Poems. the end, warren