Half-grown and tall like you,
With eyes like mine,
He has gone away with you,
Never to return again
From the Grand Banks of Newfoundland.
In Solitude and sadness, the cold nips
Worrisome at my fingers and my toes
And has settled in my soul.
For you, I’d waited until
That time when in my heart I knew
It was the end of you, of us, and him.
For you and him I weep;
For me I cry at night,
Especially now, my love
When the sea is blowing white and wild
Because I carry our unborn child.
Written in memory of trawlermen, husbands and sons, lost on the Grand Banks of Newfoundland.