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The Train Station

She came to the train station

Looking for her path ahead

The morning dew had left the leaves; and she knew not if spring will come

Her hands were bruised, her palm held a silver

Eyes filled with pain but no time to cry, no shoulder to lean

The station was busy, the air was rough

Each train chugging by, each traveler hurrying past

Potters heaving, hawkers peddling

Not one did see the little girl

Not one did stop and ask

She sat in a cabin with powdered faces and hard looks

All she could do was move her hat and close her eyes

Before she could dwell in the loneliness of her heart,

she heard his voice;

‘Warm and concerned; genuine and dignified

Of happy thoughts and pleasant mornings

Sea gulls and wood fire ovens

Made of life, experience and wisdom

 Little did he care; for he could trade them for the sea ’

He looked into her soul and knew she had been waiting all along

Her smile warmed his heart, made him turn around and care

For she showed him, days of merry and dreams of cheer

The train chugged on

Leaving one station for another, one story for another

But little did they care for they found each other:

To seal a promise of love and care

To cherish each other with love and respect

Together they nurtured, together did they build

On hot summer days, as heavy fish he hauled,

Her smile made him smile, her call made him return