A Little Tepid Pool

photo by Josh Scholten
photo by Josh Scholten
I know what my heart is like
      Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
      Left there by the tide,
      A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay “Ebb”
My mother was my age when my father left her for a younger woman.  For weeks my mother withered, crying until there were no more tears left, drying inward from her edges.
It took ten years, but he came back like an overdue high tide.   She was sure her love had died but the tepid pool refilled, the water cool to the touch, yet overflowing.

One thought on “A Little Tepid Pool

  1. This is a beautiful story of love and forgiveness, both of which are unfathomable in trying to understand them.
    Your sharing of such a personal memory is a blessing.
    Thank you.

    Like

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