Journey's end

Like the aging husband
who looks at his wife
and only sees the woman she once was,
I look at you and remember:
that sense of adventure,
my daughters dancing on your deck in rough waters;
the fresh scent of the fog,
the sound of the horn,
the smiles of recognition from the ferry hands;
the sweet taste of belonging.




Yes, those were stormy times,
but you,
my dear beloved and steadfast companion,
held stable through it all.
Take my hand, love;
we'll embark on this last journey together.




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