XXI

Ah, the fresh morning air of
Sailing Day.
Every working woman and man
in Belfast
seems to have come running today
eyes open and children in hand.
I paid a pretty penny to
set my lassie on a platform-
way up high with the wind chilling our cheeks
and brushing us silly with sunlight.
Early, early hour.

As clear as day I see three flags-
our Union Jack,
the stripes of Ms. Lady Liberty,
and the bold white star,
swimming in red.

Oh, my little lassie and I
will remember that day forever
When we waved goodbye to
face after face after face
Goodbye, dearest Titanic!

Our hearts sail with you
this glorious, glorious
morn…