For quite a while, she stands at the breezy quay watching the boat weave its way gradually away from the shores; every watery mile creates more distance between them.
The aquamarine gray water is calm and the weather quite pleasant, but, Madeline’s thoughts are far from calm.
She is not so sure that her decision to send him away is the right one and even as the white stern of the Wayfarer moves beyond swimming reach, she feels a powerful urge to call him back.
Her boy’s waving hands are now a speck in the far distance (in her motherly mind, he is still her little lad who clutched onto her for guidance).
She wants so much for him. A brighter future she sees in his tomorrow and their small fishing town is nowhere to chase his dreams.
Her hope is that under the Maestro’s tutelage, he would rise to his true potentials like his late Papa.
With a heavy sigh and a whispered prayer, she trudges up the stony pavement back to her cottage.
It will be a lonely time she thinks to herself.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha