TITANIC LAUNCH TICKET, MAY 1911
By Shauna Costello, 5th Year
There it lay in the palm of my hand,
A ticket,
It meant freedom in another land
Oh,but what I did not see
My journey would end with not far to see
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We all started boarding one by one
Best to the top,
poor to number one,
Off I go, down below
The boat started rocking, to and fro,
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Run to the top says I,
And aye, I’ll be free,
But what? There’s a barrier
Preventing me! “women and children”
Shouted from above
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I remember my wee babies
All snug in the cabin
Unsure of future existence
An uneasy tension growing
With nobody knowing
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I broke my way through,
Yet I’m only on number two,
Down I go, no chance of
Leaving my babies below
Down I go,feeling myself slip, I lose my grip
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Just feet from my room,
I try and hurry, but the
Water is rising and my arms tiring
I fill my lungs and dive underneath
Not expecting what I was to meet
–
Whats this I see?
My babies are gone from me!
This man swimming away, one in each arm
I scream in alarm, I would let him
Do no harm
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I push myself, up,up,up
I catch their eyes and they stare at
Me, they scream and shout taking
In all they see, this is the last
Time they would see their Daddy
–
Slippery surface, nowhere to grab
Will they remember their dear old Dad?
Best to the top,
Poor to number one,
Down below I go..
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