![]() ShipwreckedA Poem by gabiaimee
I once heard the wives tell stories,
of the years it took to build her, of the blood on the hands of their husbands and sons, of the jealousy from their daughters. I once heard the husbands tell stories, hidden in homes from the gale, they recounted the craftsmanship, white paint, and finish, of her decks, her masts, her sails. I once heard my mother tell stories, of the clouds before the sun, she was sealed on the outside, but hid cracks on the inside, all anyone did was run. I once heard my father tell stories, of sailing that precious prize, at the prophecy of a wreck she sank, that ship, she had only been beauty for the eyes.
© 2014 gabiaimeeAuthor's Note
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