Mary of the Bay

Twilight is sketching streaks
upon its evening mask

colours within cloudy gray.
Below, a fishing village

report card showering praise,
husband’s codfish catch
something else.

Beyond the silence she
listens to her man’s snoring
after a meal of loving

nearby son wrapped in
childhood dreams. Counts
her blessings she does; family.

(c) Richard L. Provencher