Weeping All Alone

Derelict timbers rough the wood
the roof pointing to the sky,
who raised you there
upon a sea so dark,
standing all alone
crying why?

But still with dignity and grace
shining on a beach of gold,
our family on our knees
praying thanksgiving,
I was only eleven
starry eyed.

Crawling up the creaky stairs
seeing the new sailing boats
passing by waving a salute,
crashing against the wind
the sea foaming blue
with the tide.

Another world on the horizon
reaching high into heaven
carrying away my heart,
the Atlantic wind
weeping away
my memory.

Lonely a thought where am I
Mom and Dad in heaven
on a beach so bleak,
and hide my fears
in sudden tears
where to now?

I cannot see the timber house
falling down floating away,
my dreams fast fading
there on the shore,
broken and torn !
I'm an orphan.