I think it's quite lovely, Lynn. Lyrical prose, as you term it, and it's both melancholy and quite evocative. I picture her on one of the old New England house's "widow's walk" where sailor's wives would spend hours - sometimes days - waiting for their husbands to return to them. Quite often the men would come back from a year or more away to find a new child waiting for him. They always came back to lonely wives.
because you certainly deserve it.
