My Dear Odysseus

My dear, dear Odysseus
has left me alone,
with our beloved son, Telemachus,
for 20 lingering years.
Each night is restless for me.
I dream of waking up to see his smiling face,
and hearing his oh, so soft voice utter my name
from his lips.
But, I always wake up to the reality,
of wondering where my marvelous husband,
could possibly be.

Suitors fill my house,
Odysseus’ home, in every room.
They’ve taken away everything he worked so hard for,
and destroyed it all.
They disgust me,
and not a single one of them
can be compared to my sweet Odysseus.
I’ve given them and place to live and food to eat,
yet they disrespect my house, my son, and me.

The day I dread is looming close and closer.
Soon Telemachus will have his facial hair,
forcing me to choose a new husband.
I’ve have done all I can to stall,
unweaving every night,
but I made a promise to Odysseus,
and intend to keep it
no matter how much it hurts me.

I hope and prey to the mighty god Zeus,
that my beloved Odysseus is still alive,
and that he will soon return home to me, in Ithaca.
Telemachus needs his father,
and I need my husband.
He is needed at his palace.
The suitors are getting worse by the day,
and I couldn’t bear to be married
to one of those awful men.

I know in my heart that my Odysseus,
is still alive to this very day,
trying to find his way back home
to the magnificent land of Ithaca.
I ache for his return,
but when he finally comes home
I will embrace him
and never let him leave home again.
For I miss my dear Odysseus to much,
to watch him leave again,
if he ever returned back home to me.