Wind ripped through the rigging blowing cold
Sheets with extended billows were stiff,
Unyielding, almost beyond their fold
Men struggled to reef them and knew if
Gale and mounting surge continued bad
There wouldn’t be quarter and peace as gift
For end of this wind they’d be most glad
Sleet, ice in halyards encrusted blocks
To survive, their skill was all they had
Again to see Halifax’s far docks
Tea for Scotia was stored in ship’s hold
Hands scambled down to deck from the tops
Wind ripped through the rigging blowing cold
Unyielding, almost beyond their fold
Weeks before he left my life
I could only dream of his touch
Listening to his jokes
Missing the kids so much
My heart became a puzzle
Pieces scattered far and near
As I put it back together
I felt nothing but fear
I scambled to find the pieces
Day by day I tried
The more I put it together
The more I cried
Some of the pieces were missing
Leaving the puzzle incomplete
He must have taken them with him
Leaving me with thoughts of deceit