by Abigail Warren
After making pie crusts,
and sabayon for the strawberries,
I washed, dressed, and
walked up to the top deck.
You were falling overboard,
with a shawl on your head.
I waved from the deck,
hands ice cold;
what else could I do?
But go down with the ship.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing