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.
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just sent you a comment and voted it a big 10. if u hve time pl. read my poem. if you die before me. thank you tony
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
Recounting a tragedy and the loss and the waiting..beautiful poem.. good rhyme. Enjoyed