The census: successful Southport spinster,
nursing sister, touching 40.
The inheritance: left by your aunt
let down by her lover,
leaving everything to you,
never trusting a man again.
Four years later, sudden wedding:
none of your family there to witness
the (older, widowed) Wisconsin rancher
marry you in Liverpool
(not home, in London)
and take you over the water.
Part of the way over the water.
No stone for your grave in mid-Atlantic;
no body for an enquiring toxicologist;
no trace of your husband in American records;
no diamonds or silver, just a paper trail
and a family's fortune changed for ever.
you are effing excellent dude! What a great write! ! ! i had to read it twice but this is an incredibly intriguing story. Was this a relative that died while crossing? And did you inherit a fortune? Whatever the case, excellent story telling on this one 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this, it is very imaginative writing whether true or not,10/10 for this, Lynda xx