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.’
Morpethroad 
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
Thank you Sanaa, hope you are doing well.
Nice take on the lyrics (even the gender of the boat), and another anthem to hope and surviving. Thanks for “paying” along.
Thank you, it was a good song to write too.
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.