Titanic Letters Contest

I write this poem from my heart As I set off on my fresh new start A woman of the age of nineteen Leaving her family for this American dream With just this napkin and worn out ink I rest this night under Gods eyes and think Of all that I am leaving behind To make sure my little boy and I will be just fine The ticket cost more than we could afford But while the captain said "all aboard" I knew it was my last chance to truly live And have a chance to someday give These little hands the ability to play Lord give us strength is what I pray From nine to two im committed to dine On deck with musical fingers that chime Then again at six for dinner time Seriate this ship while they enjoy evening wine Though they will make money off me My only song and melody Will sound across the ocean floor Free at last my wings shall finally soar And when he’s older he will understand A mother’s love and faithful hands Directed his destiny to new borders While voyaging on still waters When he’s grown he will know no lack For all his wealth will be in tact I end this write until part two My payment now I must pursue, Day three on this exquisite sea The people have been quite nice to me They house me and my angel all for free While I keep playing so eloquently I know we will soon be there A man offered us to stay in his care All if I will teach his wife To dance on zebra keys with abundent life The lavish life I can plainly see Never again will we feel pity, Why are people screaming upstairs? Ill finish my line for down here I’m unaware This poem I keep sown in his pocket For my son you will look back and it will be your cherished locket... I sit here and look at all my land, I wish for a moment I was still in your hands, Dear mother you sacrificed your life for me, That night our ship of dreams lost its identity, Now grown and wise, With your gental green eyes, This piece of you is all I got, As I write, my stomach is in knots, Even though I was only two, I remember all that you went through, Wrapping me in a little tote, Slipping me in that safety boat, For many had to stay on deck, While the ocean engulfed that wreck, And only the rich could really survive, Dear mother I was your wealth that’s how you kept me alive, You have never left my sleeves, I keep your words sown as part of me, I know that you’re playing For God and all his angelic bliss I end this journal entry with a cherished kiss. By; Sabina Nicole Titanic contest