She stood on the beach
face wet with tears
staring into the sun
northward for years
Her baby left in Miami
she was just eighteen
pregnant and alone
thinking what could have been
Her life was broken
old ways, her scorn
Her family divided
from the day Marguerite was born.
Malecon held her close
promising love, a new life
He died without knowing
his baby, his wife.
Her baby girl was gone
to a new life and home
A new family too
A dream once her own.
As the sun set over Cuba
she waded in deep
and started to swim
To her baby and to sleep...
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