I wrote the poem “Titanic” for my grandmother, Maud Sincock Roberts. Maud was one of the lucky ones who survived the sinking of the Titanic.
So many deaths, so many lives,
so many people no longer alive.
Husbands, wives, mothers, fathers,
sisters, brothers, sons, daughters.
Young and old, rich and poor,
hopes and dreams, loves and lives
taken away in the blink of an eye.
No longer here, no time to say goodbye.
Hearts broken, families shattered.
How do you rebuild?
How do you survive?
How do you get past the hurt inside?
Such senseless loss.
Such searing pain.
For so many nothing remains
but memories of those the sea has claimed.
A watery grave, a reminder to all
the sea is beautiful, but it has no heart.
Its lessons are cruel,
its discipline harsh.
A watery grave, a memorial for all
protect it we must,
plunder we must not.
Find a way to preserve or it will be lost.
Copyright — TXu 1-815-394
I wrote this poem after going to a memorial for my grandmother (Maud Sincock Roberts) and two other survivors. The memorial was held to commemorate the 100th year since the sinking of the Titanic.
You can find information on my grandmother on the internet by simply doing a search of her name. You can also check out the following website:
http://www.encyclopedia-titanica.org/titanic-biography/maude-sincock.html
You can check out my grandmother’s page on my Facebook page.