WHAT THE WIND TOOK
Tis a fierce wind that blows from the roof top,
And she no gentle maiden struggles, to
Keep a balance of pride and fortitude.
For what more has she to lose? left behind
Barefooted and aloof on a roof, to
Pin these garments cleansed of yesterdays dole,
When she mothered him, along with her child.
She should have let go of him a long time,
Like those slippers were, cast off to the wind.
What was he father? what was he a husband ?
What was he? she asks herself, and the wind,
Blew and blew that day, so that her slippers off and flew away.
© gillena cox 2022