The Boat.

She built a boat with her bare hands.  Every nail she hammered and every board she smoothed lovingly.  Her heart and soul was in it.  In every nook and cranny, she took great care.  Her hands turned rough and coarse.  Now, it would sit there, grand and beautiful, waiting, until the day he came home.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s