I walked along the water’s edge
and thought about the silent wedge
that threatened to disrupt the pledge
we made the first day of our life
together as a man and wife.
And as I pondered how and why,
a floating bottle caught my eye,
inside a note kept safe and dry.
To one who’d never be his wife,
a man spoke of his love for life.
The sailor knew he’d meet his end
and chose to write to his best friend.
Regretting time they’d never spend
together as a man and wife,
he’d miss the joys of married life.
The man, well hardened by the sea,
expressed his love so tenderly
and mourned the loss of what might be.
If only God would spare his life
to let him make his girl his wife.
I wondered if she ever knew
what hell the ocean put him through.
When his return was overdue,
did she become another’s wife
or did she barely walk through life?
It didn’t take me long to see
his words were also were meant for me.
This life, which holds no guarantee,
without us being man and wife,
would be an empty, lonely life.
I held the message in my hand.
As tears rolled down and splashed on sand,
I came to fully understand
how glad I am to be your wife,
to love and cherish you through life.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for Day 3 of the Poetic Asides April 2014 PAD challenge to write a “message” poem.