No one steered the canoe when it came back
Floating by the waves of still
Smudged with scarlet paint
There was no shaggy looking man
In the seat
Waving and laughing like I had expected
My mind made a flash on his promising smile before leaving
Vested and armed as he went
Reassuringly told me “I will come back”
I sought for a clue,
A sign of life – barely fighting arms, or whatever spared on war
On its minuscule, will ignite the smallest hope
However, a row it only has been
A red canoe on it’s own
I closed my eyes and,
tears after tears fell through them
Sorrow engulfed broken heart
Image Credit- The Red Canoe by Paul Hedley Thompson
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