I know I shouldn't still watch for him,
He did the leaving me, with our baby still growing.
With hope still blooming in my heart. And didn't come back.
“I'll be back. I've got to find work. If your dad finds out it's me, he'll send you away and take our baby away. But I'll come back, and I'll be the one to take you away, before they even find out there's a baby. We'll have our own life, then. It's our only chance.
I once was that girl. I once took the chance. I once waited for him.
Now when I stand in this window, I see things. I see little girls dancing, little boys wrestling. I see them wave to me. But if I leave the window, they are gone. Just like he is.
This woman mesmerized me. I've had three miscarriages, and when I looked at her I saw longing, and disappointment. I've never done the vignette option for a magpie, but then again, I haven't magpie in a while either...so no poem this time.