Of Loss and LoveA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe hadn’t been home a day before He found that his wife had died, The doctor said it was sudden, that There was something wrong inside. He couldn’t be more specific till The autopsy was done, He’d have to wait for a week for that, ‘It’s the same for everyone.’
He went on back to an empty home And then he gave way to grief, It wasn’t as if he had a friend To offer him some relief, He’d been away on the ocean swell On a Tramp from Amsterdam, For six months out of eleven when He should have been home, with Pam.
A sailor’s life is a lonely life He had known that from the start, He possibly shouldn’t have taken a wife When they’d be so far apart, For seven years they had worked it out And his wife had said she’d cope, But loneliness is a dreadful thing When you’re living your life in hope.
He’d loved her well and she loved him too In their sentimental way, She’d managed to hide her tears each time That his ship had sailed away, But once he had seen the autopsy It had torn him quite apart. It seems his wife had despaired of dreams And died of a broken heart.
He didn’t go back to sea at once But he hung around in bars And managed to get himself so drunk That all he could see was stars, He thought his grief would diminish as The days had turned into years, But love for him didn’t finish, it Just seemed to work in reverse.
He even took down her pictures, and He locked them all in a drawer, He didn’t want the reminder of What he had lost before, But life is a game of chances and It never will be denied, He met a nurse when he found her purse And something lit up inside.
It seemed her job was a lot like his She was always working shifts, They met whenever they could, and he Found he was buying gifts, He went away on a Tramp again But just one month at a time, And she was waiting when he returned Like a welcome carafe of wine.
He spent some time at the cemetery To honour his wife, his Pam, And she asked if she could come along To which he had said, ‘You can.’ He wed the girl in the early Spring And he found a job ashore, And swore he’d never go back to sea, She couldn’t have loved him more.
David Lewis Paget © 2015 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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