Oct 052020

A bride, she sailed away from me
    The darling of my heart.
My hands, my soul had gifted her
    The freedom to depart.

A bride, my child has left me
    And tears of pride I shed.
The loss, the loss. The empty sea
    Became her bridal bed.

The years of toil, my calloused hands,
    The camaraderie
All gave my life a purpose
    That never more shall be.

The years of toil to shape my child
    to make her strong and true.
In fear and love, I blessed her
    as in majesty she grew.

The iceberg waiting silently
    Was beautiful as she.
Cold death her consummation and
    My bitter legacy.