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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2327472
A boy and his mom wait for Dad's fishing boat to return home.
He burrows his tiny feet
Into the sea-washed stones.
He shivers in the foggy mist
That embraces his golden curls.

Twilight settles into darkness
And Daddy is a little late.
But he doesn't mind:
He's learned from waiting many times —
Daddy is a lobster fisher and must rely
on the ebb and flow of tides.

Footsteps echo in the hazy dampness.
A small warm hand
Twice the size of his
Gives comfort as they watch together
For the telltale light
Tracking its way to shore.

A dim white light soon emerges
Getting brighter every moment.
"There he is!"
A sigh is whispered above his head.

The boat take shape
The motor rumbles
As it slips into the sheltered harbor.
Daddy's home again.
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