His Window By the Sea

Sitting by a window That looks out on to the sea Gray haired maestro plays A violin so passionately On his chair he sits As he done for many years For the sea that sits beside him He plays instead of tears He looks out to the waters As to the reason why The sea had taken his family While fate had left him dry For on that tragic day To their island they would sail A squall out of nowhere High seas and forceful gales Tossed from side to side Battered by the waves His daughter and two children Distraught at who to save An ageing man of 70 Weak from years of life To be in this position Trying to save so many lives A large wave hits them And throws him to the deck Where upon he bangs his head Unknowingly he broke his neck He awakens in the hospital Crying, for his family to be safe Not knowing of their outcome That they were taken by that wave The years go passing by But the memories of that day As he gazes through the window You can hear his violin play http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss2.php