Friday Night Music Prompt # 56: The Mary Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers

It was the news no one imagined

In the middle of the night

Out of nowhere

The knock on the door.

The burly policeman

The man who had seen it all

Tears on his cheeks

Knowing the impact his words were to have

He said them slowly

Watched her crumble

Buckle under the strain of his news.

She lay in bed for days

Could not be coaxed out

Could not be urged to eat.

In a daze she went through the ritual of last rites

Shook a hundred hands

Received a thousand message

All saying we love you.

A month past, her life on hold

Thinking there was no tomorrow

That this was how it would be

Floating in a vacuum

No feeling, no hope,

Depression they muttered so she might not hear.

Then she woke up

Thought what would he want

Knowing he’d be cross to think

She wallowed in pity

Wanted to stop living.

She dragged herself up,

Dressed and went out

Alone in the park, breathing deeply the air

Planned a new start, cleaned up her life

Took out his memory

Placed it high on the shelf

Where he watched her

As she slowly drew strength

To rise again

Find her own dreams

Honour his name, live again.

‘I’m going to be

The woman he loved

I’m going to rise,

Going to be me.’

 

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/08/19/friday-night-music-prompt-56-the-mary-ellen-carter-by-stan-rogers/

 

 

 

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5 Responses to Friday Night Music Prompt # 56: The Mary Ellen Carter by Stan Rogers

  1. This is soo touching and poignant.. love the fact that she decided to rise up despite all that she went through. Thank you so much for participating at MLMM 🙂

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. Nice take on the lyrics (even the gender of the boat), and another anthem to hope and surviving. Thanks for “paying” along.

  3. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful Michael. Well written on the process thus woman experiences, grieving for her husband. Sometimes people are depressed depressed (mentally lll) and sometimes they are just really feeling down and it can be hard to separate which is which. Glad she thought about what her husband would want for her, to live again.

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