THE LAST DAYA Poem by Betty Hermeleegetting readyAfter a lengthy slumber I awaken with a smile on my face perhaps a dream about my dear soldier hence, my enthusiasm heightens I shall walk the deck as soon as I am bathed and dressed
I shall admire the frothy waves and the rumble of the wake at the rear the croaking sound of the seagulls who bounce up and down and swoop straight over my head on a flirty dance the smell of salty scented air on my skin and the rays of the sun to keep me warm
In the meantime, I shall bathe in a tub of bubbles and lather myself with lavender soap In a fleeting moment I think back to when the gentleman places rose petal cream on my back and gently strokes my shoulders yet that is in the past and I must now anticipate a plentiful life with my soldier
I dress warm to keep the chill away to my benefit my dress is loose fitting I assuredly gained weight on this voyage my belongings are packed and ready for debarkation tomorrow
Before I venture to the deck I consume breakfast in the main dining hall on my way I happen upon the gentleman In the main lobby we hesitate to stop yet we carry out momentarily only to smile and quietly whisper our farewells he squeezes my hand and we part
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21 Reviews Added on February 20, 2024 Last Updated on February 20, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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