The Silent Sea
You listened to the rhythm of ocean waves
Lapping, splashing, crashing
Against your traveling ship
As its clangs, horns and whistles
Conduct the melody of busy male voices:
The music takes you faraway.
We learned to breathe,
To hope for sight of you,
To meet you on the dock
And take you home.
But where is your ship now?
We hear the rhythm of machines
Pumping your tired lungs with breath,
Beeping your heart’s fading notes;
Still and silent,
The concert ends:
You are faraway again.
We learn to breathe,
To hope for sight of you;
But this time
You will meet us on the dock
And take us home.
By Kelly Walrad
This poem was written by Kelly to express some of her thoughts and feelings at the passing of our father.