On a windy day did she
To a home away from the one she'd
With memories of a tinsel town with
Of her toddler years'
Headstrong thoughts ruling over
And an overwhelmed heart winning
Did she run away with the northern
She clutched hard at her collared
Out of breath, gasping- yet not
daring to take anything in.
She looked furtively from side to
Eyes carrying her terror in
Yet gleaming in brightened hope for
the destined end,
Of this perilous escapade she
No longer to stand the treachery of
the shrew back home.
She reached the secluded destined
And made her way to that comforting
nook in the darkness,
Waiting for that familiar baritone-
soothing music to her ears.
Her senses, now vulnerable to every
crack of a twig,
Hoot of an owl, made her startled
with a wolf's howl.
Alone she waited, with a pained,
fearful patience- deserving of all praise,
When the heavens burst forth and
drenched her already fevered frame.
After the passing of an eon's
measure of hope, she glanced once more ahead.
There, in the shadows, the footsteps
slowly did lead to her,
A devoted, fraternal heart beating
in what he thought was a barren breast.
He looked at the crouched figure,
which had now given away to fatigue
And slowly raised her fevered body
close to his loving chest;
Then whispered a plead to forgive
him for coming to fetch her too late-
But in the passing of that one
forlorn moment, did he let out a laugh.
For she was staring up at him with
eyes the same green as his,
Snuggling closer, she thanked him
for saving her at last.
The breast once barren was now full
of tender love as he tenderly smiled
Cradling the little creature closer
to him he made his way to the right-
A warm, welcoming orb of golden rays
now shone on his path.
She knew she was finally going to be
home in that one place she'd dreamt ever of
And he straddled with bold paces,
the memory of the woman he loved in the gift of
the bundle he now held.