A/N- Okay, so this is another kind of sad poem that just popped into my head. I wrote it down really quickly, so it's a rough poem, not refined at all, although I may do at some point. So bear in mind that this is supposed to be really irregular, purely because I haven't changed anything since the first time it popped into my head. Also, I didn't follow a rhyming pattern, because I didn't try and rhyme it. It just so happens that some of the lines rhyme. Anyways, hope you like it, and remember any suggestions or feedback you have would be greatly appreciated!
My Boy Builds Boats
When we were six
My Boy drew a boat for me
Tossed upon a choppy sea.
He pointed at it and said;
"One day this'll be us, together,
Just sailing around, alone forever
With no-one to tell us
What to do or who to be
Make a pinky-swear with me."
I laughed because I hoped it was true
And one day would be just me and you,
So I linked my pinky with My Boy's
And stuck our boat on my bedroom wall.
When we were twelve
My Boy built a boat for me
And said; "She's called Rosie".
I ran a bath as he told me
About his dad teaching him
How to build and seal and sand
A wooden boat made by hand,
And as Rosie bobbed around
We talked over our lifelong plans
Of escape, the sun and the sea
Our little secret journey.
I linked my fingers with My Boy's,
And made waves in Rosie's bathroom voyage.
When we were one
My Boy paused before telling me
That he was off to go to sea.
He kissed my fingers and my tears
And told me it wasn't to be for years.
We sat in the garden
On the boat we had built
And he said;
"You know, my love, it's not forever
And you know in our hearts we're always together
Always, I swear, I promise you that.
Now don't you cry, Rosie, Dear,
You know that I am always near,
You know I'll always come back for you,
You know I will never forget you.
I'll write you letters every day,
And send them every chance I get,
And before you know it, I'll be home
And you will never be alone."
I clasped my hands around My Boy's
And vowed never to let go.
When we became two
My Boy saluted for me
And I cried as I returned it.
Soon after he was gone
I played all our favourite songs
And ran a bath for me and Rosie.
I sat there 'til the water went cold,
Making waves as we used to,
And fell asleep to old movies
We knew too well to be healthy.
When I was one
My boy came home to me.
Seven months had never passed so slowly.
The lines of wooden boxes
Reminded me of the shelf of model boats
At home, that he'd never see again
And all the things he'd never see.
I brought My Boy home in an urn that day
And sent him out to sea the next,
Just him and Rosie
My Boy and me
Sailing on an choppy sea
Pinky-swear of forever
When he was six
I taught my boy to build boats
As his father has taught me
And his father had taught him.
And some weeks later
I was presented with a wooden boat
That My Boy had built.
"One day it'll be just you and me
Sailing on a choppy sea,
With no-one to tell us
What to do or who to be,
Make a pinky-swear with me"
He linked his pinky with my own
And I felt My Boy returning home.