Everything stands still,
The river,
The boat and my feet
I am still looking in that direction,
Hoping that someday the river will
bring back,
Not just the memories,
But, “Them,” who were washed…
I am wishing, it’s just,
“The other side of the shore!”
I am waiting to row this boat!
But here’s someone’s little bundle,
looking at the other side of the shore too….
