Girl with Watering Can

Wee lass in deep blue dress and soft white lace,
When only small, did find her lifelong call,
‘Twas carry water; share her love and grace,
To nurture blooms, while hers, she could forestall,

Young wife in deep blue pain and hard white face,
Through gritted teeth and scream, brought forth new life,
‘Twas months she carried water in her vase,
Now puddled there as symbol of that strife,

Tired mum in deep blue strain and fine white ‘bode,
Served rhubarb pies, while kitchen table cries,
‘Came river of regret; ‘twas fastly flowed,
To raging sea, replete with blackened skies.

Tempest gone; she’s stranded on this isle alone,
To ponder deep blue sea and soft white foam.

​- Scott Alexander McKenzie