Victims of Fate
‘My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear’
A Rambling Poet
My granddad was a sailor all his adult life,
But planned on staying on land after the war;
The village postman postponed his retirement for him.
On leave, my granndad was recalled:
A member of the ship’s crew had fallen sick,
And someone had to take his place.
The ship was sunk on New Year’s Eve:
HMS Bramble was lost with all hands.
My granddad died aged thirty-nine;
My gran a mother of two young children
And a widow at thirty-one. She remained alone
Till she died aged eighty-eight.
Jack Horne, 14th August, for Constance’s Just Write contest
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