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..
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Her mind just won't let it be. It's his face she longs to see....... great longing for the loved one and the sense of loss. the bench is empty. thank you for these emotions of love...... tony
clouds covers wresting shadow to fall eyes seeks to see grace as hidden, quest ruffles on bay of stormy sea yet love awaits beneath old oak, beautiful write.10+++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Recounting a tragedy and the loss and the waiting..beautiful poem.. good rhyme. Enjoyed