Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

My Father

my father was a merchant seaman since the age of twelve
left spain because he was living in hell.
living in valencia, by the shore, thinking of
lands he never saw before.

he was determined to travel the seas
and the world to explore
.and see life on every shore.

he had his papers forged to make him older
and with time, he got much bolder.
he learned to drink with all the others
then put his head under the pillow
for his tears to smother.

at the age of twenty five he got to see
just how AMERICA could be.

a freedom that he never knew before
finally surfaced in his mind
and in this country he knew was the time.

on a trip to the caribbean islands that his
coworkers told him about
he saw a woman that caught his eye
and knew right then that she was one of a kind.
her brothers were merchant seamen just like him
laughed and gave him a grin.

come on in and pull up a chair!
you're like us, so it's only fair.
meet my sister, juanita is her name
she is very shy, our mother is to blame.

puerto rico is a small island, and like us
the world she would love to see
but we know that this could never be.

our mother has her betrowed to another
which she cares nothing about.
so we ask that you marry her and take
her to the states.
do it quickly, do not hesitate.

so marry her he did.

and the passion that was
in his soul and in his heart
would join as one and never part.

they had four children of which he was proud
they loved and respected him, and never made a sound.

he would continue to travel the world over
till he retired at the age of sixty six.
and being with his family was his mental fix.

so this is to our father
his spirit we hold dear.
because we know
he is always near.


Submitted: Saturday, May 23, 2009
Edited: Saturday, May 23, 2009

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/12/2009 9:02:00 PM)

    so this is to our father
    his spirit we hold dear.
    because we know
    he is always much respectful views for father and indeed that should be the case with all.... lovely write....10

    read mine papa do u know? ? ? ? papa you too.... do u know? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • Christine Kerr (5/24/2009 10:03:00 PM)

    Nicely Done Louis, There's no better way to remember a bit of history, then to put it in a poem for all time keep sakes, Papa would be proud. 10++ (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (5/23/2009 10:08:00 PM)

    You have a storybook father. A wonderful, colorful read full
    of romance and adventure.10 without hesitation.

    Warmest regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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