The Last Voyage
Cloudy morning in 1912
Hold fast to mother's hand
Watching auntie leave
On that big ship they call "Titanic"
Feeling a little scared, but laughing
At auntie's hat
Looking like an upside down dust bin
All those black silk feathers
Giggling as somewhere in Africa
An ostrich goes naked
Mum tells me to blow a kiss to auntie
I hold a red paper streamer in one hand
Auntie holds fast to the other end
Crowds are cheering
Big ship moving fast away from us
Streamer snaps in my hand and I smile
How was I to know they would not reach the other side?
I was only eight..
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