Are You Watching Me, Mum?
He stands aboard the lobster boat
Eyes straining into the sun
Watching with careful vigilance
The rolling and the swelling
Hoping for even just some
His stepdaughters await him at home
Tucked safely under the wings of their mother
While she, the eagle, is up in the trees
Pruning and shearing, cutting and stripping
Until it all comes crashing and stands undone
Where is my view, she worries
The harbor? The town? The bridge?
The Mill Race can’t tumble and toss
If we haven’t the eyes to see it
Clear away, fall away
Leave a haven for me to witness
The sun pouring down
The moon feigning a frown
The girls scattering round
Growing tall, growing strong
Sleeping, crying and laughing, asking
Does he love me, Mum?
What’s wrong with me, Mum?
How is your health today, Mum?
Are you watching me, Mum?