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Clipper Ships

Clipper Ships My mother; she wasn’t there any more Burned away in chemo radiology Therapy for the incurable As she lingered for a year Lobotomized by cancer But in her dreams she sailed her clipper ships Sailed away on the mighty Cutty Sark Indomitable spirit she was Swayed by the poetry of canvas sails A sea gull riding to the rigging Until the coma took her And us to a three-day hell As we patiently watched her Slowly inexorably fade away Every last breath counted in longer minutes But she stood bare foot on the deck The salt washed planking oak wind swept Beneath the great white wings blown the prow Her heart pushed aboard the clipper ship She sailed the proud sea the pride of her fleet And every last breath in longer and longer minutes She reached at last the very last No goodbye, no farewell, just a soft emptying sigh As at last; she escaped Leaving us alone in the deathly silent room Gone Aye my lads ! She’s a fine grand ship My mother said My brothers and I stood gawping on the dock The finest clipper of the fleet the mighty Cutty Sark The great masts from which to hang your dreams And ride the plumes of briny waves She’s a thousand books of sailor’s tales With rigging made from the strings of Neptune’s harp She can sail from one edge of eternity to the next In crematorium puffs of smoke And now just ash White wing gull she rides the slipstream still Still; she sails her clipper ships While on holiday in St Austell on the Cornwall coast of England, we saw a great sail ship cutting through the rough seas. I remember my Mothers eyes were shinning and streaming, her face a picture of rapture. Later that year she took us all to see The Cutty Sark. A grand old Clipper dry docked at Greenwich London. I have never seen anyone so enthralled and enraptured as she was, as we all stood on the deck. From then on paintings and models of great sail ships frequented every wall and corner of our home. Paintings and photo's of The Cutty Sark can be found on Google. Take a look sometime if you like, and you'll see why she fell in love.

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Date: 3/10/2009 9:39:00 AM
Powerful words, Colin. I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm sure she "sails her clipper ships" in heaven. I'm also sure she appreciates this great tribute. Imazing how you found your mother's eyes when you saw The Cutty Sark. Inspiration comes from all directions, doesn't it? Great tribute filled with awesome images! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/4/2009 8:53:00 PM
Sensational tribute to your mother, Such incredible imagery and creativity...You have shined your mother in a precious light that lasts forever as does the memories you carry in your heart..This was written so beautifully with so much warmth, love and appreciation for your mom...Like a ship...she sailed those rough waters until one day the current was too strong..God called her home and she is resting in him.. She is free...Sailing another open sea...Lovely write, Take care and God Bless*Tyesha
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Date: 3/4/2009 6:50:00 PM
There is a beauty in a ship I quite agree. Something romantic about the power of the wind in the sails. Some lady your mom. Maybe that's why on a good day you're pretty cool yourself.
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Date: 3/4/2009 4:11:00 PM
I did look it up online - it's magnificent. A grand way to think of your mom, as perhaps it may even be true. Such a beautiful tribute she would be proud of. I think of my mom as an angel from an old black and white movie I saw as a child. The actress always reminded me of her anyway. Amazing imagery here, undeniable joy and freedom everlasting now for your precious mom. Too beautiful. Love, Shar
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Date: 3/4/2009 3:53:00 PM
funny i should read this after hearing that my father was diagnosed with cancer today. sorry about being a downer. this piece was great i think of it as her heaven you put her in. it was very sweet. john
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Date: 3/4/2009 2:11:00 PM
I saw a pic of the ship and read some about its history..clipper ship..buit in 1869...the ship is fascinating but your mother was wonderful..opening your eyes to other wonders..allowing you to dream beyond the mundane..pretty cool mother to have...wonderful writing.
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Date: 3/4/2009 12:35:00 PM
Oh dear...Colin, what a amazing poem, and written with such beauty, love, and honor. I could indentify with the sadness, yet enduring belief that there has to be beauty beyond the bitter, painful end. I lost my mother when she was much too young, in much the same way, and this touched me deeply. love, Carrie
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