Love's Laughter Lost
There is an old bottle
in New York
with a rolled up letter
and a rotting cork
That rested in peace
on a bedside table
near a gray wrinkled lady
--quite unable--
To wash his words
from her thought
--for he did sink
but she did not--
She found joy at least
in our Savior, with hope
of Him wiping each tear away
lest she mope
Every night, Trina lay awake
to pray
she'd see her Samuel
in Heaven someday
Where his wish to be with her
they'd finally realize
and he could gaze
into her beautiful blue eyes
Carrying on with her life
God --till the end-- did bless
but with the tender ache...
of a million laughs less
[That poem was my response to reading "Below Deck on The Titanic" by Richard Lamoureux, another entry in the ‘Titanic-Fare Thee Well” Contest sponsored by Tom Woody. It is a must-read to understand the poignance of my last line! :( poetrysoup.com/poem/below_deck_on_the_titanic_1616315#gt]
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