Cathy Hodgson Poems
Every morning it's a trip to the Sea.
To watch the ships as they flee.
Oh Bessie can't you see,
He's never coming back to thee.
In the storm his bow did rip.
That's when he made his last trip.
Her mind just won't let it be.
It's his face she longs to see.
At the old bench is where she'll see.
The love she's lost..
On Heaven's Sea..
Roses dry and pedals fall
Stems die on thorn pricks tall
Scent lingers in the light
Breezing on through the night
Oh, fragrant rose on the wind
Whispering rapture around the bend
Quilts fazing like the moon
Lingering in a blissful tune