Some Thoughts Of Penelope Poem by Gert Strydom

Coming over the raging seas
Odysseus is the only one for whom I long
with his hair shining silver in the sun
and although sometimes in memories
he comes back to me
from the longing, the yearning for him
I am never free

and I spin my weaving wheel
while I am thinking he loves me,
or maybe he loves me not
and it's all the thread that I have got
that I again unravel every day
while I am waiting for him to come,
are wondering if he remembers me?

Through all the wooing to him I stay true
wishing that on this very day
my husband would come out of the blue.