Mabel
The crisp cool breeze
helped the sailboat to glide,
like a swan on a lake,
or the glory of a kite.
The shiny exterior
shone pearlescent white,
the gold, christened lettering,
gloriously reflecting the light.
Newly purchased, fridge stocked,
husband proudly at the wheel,
his wife dressed in stripes,
below, fussing about their meals.
This was their retirement,
the life they had planned,
and then without warning,
she felt dizzy; she could not stand.
As she gasped for air
and tried to call out his name,
her husband stood proudly,
planning his wife's life long dream.
As she stumbled and fell,
her head hit the table,
her husband oblivious
he was mapping their course,
deep in thought; for his beautiful wife; Mabel.
Her dream was to voyage
the open blue seas,
like two peas in a pod,
his Mabel, the queen bee.
As she lay motionless,
no sound could be heard,
but the lull of the waves
and sweet song of the birds.
As the husband took a step
down the galley below,
all he saw was his Mabel,
clutching her ring; eyes closed.
He gently and lovingly
picked her up with care,
and he took his wife, Mabel
and collapsed in their chair.
He rocked her and cried
my Mabel, my love,
you are my joy, my life,
as he released her to the sun.
He whispered a note
of her favourite tune,
as he took off his ring
and gently put it with hers.
Mabel, my love,
we will never be apart,
for the vows that we spoke,
are forever in our hearts.
|