A.N. This is a historical poem I had to write for English class. I chose to do mine from the P.O.V of an immigrant aboard the Titanic.
It happened in the dead of night
The ship had hit the glistening ice
I tried with all my might to fight the fright
But we were all about to pay a great price
All the children had started to cry
Parents' soon realizing only half would survive
I looked at my son down by my thigh
And swore to myself he wouldn't be deprived
Quickly the water began to rise
Screams from below making eerie chimes
I told myself I needed to be wise
So I put my son down and told him to climb
In a flash that boy was gone by a mile
Filling me with much desire
To one last time see my son smile
I could feel myself begin to tire
I no longer believed I would be alright
All through the night we paid the great price
500 survived and 1500 died tonight
For the fates had rolled their dice
-XOXO Lover-of-Food
