This week’s retread request is from Feivel Mousewitz Gayer.
They came into the harbor a little after dawn on a grey morning in late November. Nobody saw them but the Statue of Liberty and she wasn’t telling. It was her job, after all, to accept all. Tired. Hungry. Huddled masses. They fit all the descriptors perfectly so she let them come.
Bumping against her shore, the battered boat lingered a moment before drifting back out to sea, vanishing in a flash of rising sunlight.
They drifted to her as so many had before, lost, tired, alone, enfolded into her loving embrace.
At last, home.