Ruminations

by Sandra Martyres

She sat on the sea front

Clutching her knees tightly,

Staring at the huge waves,

As they lashed the long shores.

Their regular rhythm,

Was music to the ears.

She, a disturbed lady

Tried to calm her fears.

The previous day's events,

Left her devastated.

She wondered if she would

Ever forget the pain.

Her husband had left her,

To pursue his true love,

A woman years younger

Than her and prettier.

A cold wind brushed her face

And she felt ,the presence

Of her deceased mother,

Chanting calming mantras.

When the old lady lived,

She met every challenge

That life presented her,

With the strength of her chants.

She was not religious,

Like her mother, so now

She couldn't count on God

To change her messy life.

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