Little Cosima danced pretty twirls
on delicate tip-toes
parading the new dresses
that had been bought for her
as a going away present.
She knew the grown ups applause
was over compensating,
and she was thrilled,
but far too sad to show any appreciation.
She was dreading Alba's departure,
she depended so much on her big sister now.
..At the harbour, Cosima gave in to Alba's fierce embrace,
and cried all the tears she had saved
for the day her sister was going back to England.
...There she stood, amongst the lemon groves
on the look-out point of Incantelleria,
waving bravely while drying her tears.
Alba too left weeping, as the boat sailed out to sea,
disappearing in the distance
...The Coast of Amalfi slowly became invisible...
Written by Anna Di Muro