Lady Of The Sea - Poem by Karen Marshall-Thomas
May I speak to you a moment friend, What I want to say is very important to me. Someone is trying to force moving on me. Since few come this way, there is rarely time to say the shortest of hellos. I keep watch here over many. I was once Queen of the Sea, but the time was short. I had pride and I was vain. As I think back I now believe it was because I was young And so many nice things said about me. It went to my head. Until the forth night at sea, when I was asked to do what I could not. To this day it is unclear to me what it all meant. I was moving and all at once it was back up and turn so quickly. I was too big and heavy to do it so fast. I hit the berg that ripped my side. But it was small matter to me. My thoughts were what will happen to the people on me. Did I hurt them? Gee my front is pulling me down. Music floats on the air in calming notes. I saw the boats away. But what of the people left? Is help coming now? For I can't go on, the heavier I got the more worried I was. Well they all went down with me. My heart cried out oh no please don't blame me. I would do anything to save all of you. Only tell and I will try. As we settled to the bottom, I realized what I had to do for those who rode on me. I promise you this as long as I can I will watch over you. And I have these many years. Now they want me up and they have taken things from me. But as I weep for I don't want to move. For as I melt away to form a puddle, only then can I cover all the people who rode on me. Then I can reach with Love and see no more harm comes to them. O please let me be! I don't want to come up. If I did their deaths would mean so little Let me stay and watch over them. Leave me here to spread the Love and comfort that I can. For you see my name is Titanic, The Lady of the Sea.
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