My Icy Grave
My name is Paul, a boy of sixteen years
when the Titanic became my icy grave.
To the ocean floor, I drowned with dreams and fears,
like my dad, a fisherman, lost in the waves.
When we boarded the ship, my mother heard cries.
A premonition dismissed with hopes and sighs.
In a half-empty lifeboat, denied a seat,
my destiny to die but not in defeat.
Mother begged for my life then returned to die with me.
Half empty lifeboats floated as the band played a hymm.
Angels descended on mother and son in the cold sea
and carried us to my father in Heaven's bosom.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012
for My Heart Will Go On and On contest ( Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver)
Fourth Place
*A Rispetto and a Quatrain
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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