She sits on her front porch
looking up and down
the quiet, lit street.
Edna has been sitting
there for three days,
morning, noon and night.
Her son left a few days ago
and she fears that
he may succumb to old addiction.
Edna has seen this dance before
and knows that some time
he may not return from his stimulation.
In Edna's mind that is not today.
Her unwavering faith repeats this.
Gerald paces around his kitchen
before sitting back down
to face his computer screen
waiting for messages to come in.
He has not worked in seven month.
Not since his place of employment
unexpectantly shut its doors.
Leaving bills that have been piling
and two other mouths to feed.
The stress has been all through
the shaky foundation of the home.
Some days Gerald feels
that he has failed everyone
however the search for work is daily.
The message of a job will come.
That is his unwavering faith each day.
Gloria and Sam silently staring
off into the sky through a window.
They have not spoken affectionately
for an extended period of time.
Been married for nineteen years,
willing their way to twenty.
There was one love and romance.
Neither of them know when the breakdown
happened between them.
They both play those days of support
in the memories of their mind.
Gloria and Sam do hope for the day
handholding does come back.
To them that could be any day.
Their dance of unwavering faith say that.
October 27, 2019
© Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2019