(poem) The Captain

The Captain

Robin and Lyndell Ford, January 2017

He knew us from the day that we first met —
The captain of the yacht we were to share.
Years later, half a world away, and yet
Our interests were ever in his care.
With teasing mischief always on the brink,
He answered in a voice that might seem gruff,
When Lyndell asked for sugar in her drink,
“If stirred by Robin, should be sweet enough.”
Now did he match-make on that Easter cruise?
Did he see then what fortune would provide?
Some forty nine years on we share the news:
A loving, caring friend has sadly died.
He set us up, together, for life’s trip;
How beautiful, the captain of our ship.

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