“Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.'
'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
Happy New Year, y'all! Thanks for all you do throughout the year, whether it be things you share, your comments, or your good wishes across the miles! They are much appreciated, every day. Today's poem:
The Old Ship
by Tabatha Yeatts
The old ship
Watches the water,
Ready to sail again.
In the waning of the year,
The weathered vessel docked in port,
Where its sturdy hull was emptied,
Cleaned, polished, and refilled,
Where it stood
Beholding the town's lights --
That landed constellation --
With its planks humming the winter songs.
Today, it feels the pull
Of the waves,
And strikes off,
Perhaps on a new trajectory,
Perhaps on a route
It has traced before.
But anything can happen at sea,
And the cargo it brings to shore
Will be a revelation.
The Poetry Friday round-up is at A Year of Reading. Thanks, Mary Lee!