The minute was good enough

Poem by Dana Littlepage Smith

by Dana Littlepage Smith 7th May 2021

Yet what of that time can be explained?
Are we engaged or are we looking away?
Can we expunge her eyes as she looked back

from the boat shipping her to Barbados without husband,
friend or child? Sweet Parthenia did you have faith in us,
the unborn, friends to go in search of your name?