Ode to a Seaman
by Helen C Croom
Thursday, February 21, 2002
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You were a sunny sheltered sandy cove, to me
and safe within your presence,
I was free to be.
No gusts could buffet me from my destined route
for, in a storm, your sanctuary
saw me resolute.
But when you perished I was cast adrift once more
to weather waves, however rough
or far from shore.
Though floundering, I learned to keep afloat at last,
my passage now uncharted
'cross an ocean vast.
But as I struggle on toward that final stroke
I believe in Neptune's gift -
a harbour of hope.