The Ticket

By Lauren Baker, 2nd year.

Object No. 89 'Titanic' launch ticket, 1911
Ulster Folk and Transport Museum

As I stood holding my ticket,

The wind blew in my hair,

With my brown, tattered suitcase,

I was off saying my farewells.


I walked towards the cruise liner,

Looking forward to my journey ahead,

Not knowing what was in store,

Just hoping for the best.


As I walked onto the ship,

Excitement ran through me,

Hundreds of people passing me out,

While I said goodbye to my country.


I tried to hold in my tears.

But they came flowing out,

I never thought id see the day,

That id be saying goodbye to my country.

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