RICHARDSON BAY


Under the night stars

She looks into the distance

For ship coming though the Golden Gate

The old foghorn sings its song

They have all gone now

She feels alone by the water

The rock beneath her hard

Uncomfortable to sit on

It wasn�t long ago she was surrounded

By those she loved

Many would be in despair

But she has memories

Friends to help her through this time

For now she is satisfied to be alone

With her thoughts and dreams

Now sounds save the gentle waves

She can see traffic across the bay

People coming to and from families

She smiles for them

This will pass she say to herself

The cool air of fall brushes her hair

The tears are gone

The moon setting full beyond the hills

The light ripples in the water

She knows peace

And has the strength to move forward

A hand touches her shoulder

It�s time to go

She has known this place since childhood

She will never return here

It will stay in her mind

Not to be in her present

The tears begin again

She is not lost

She is not sad

Just happy to be with those she loves one more time


Michael V Hechtman