The March of 1943

I've been taking a creative writing class at the local community college to keep myself sociable. Our latest assignment was a Villanelle (poem). I decided to draw upon the letters of Captain Ralph McKinnon, my adoptive great grandfather, and create a poem in the spirit of his writing. He occasionally sent word via telegram, so I printed the poem on Western Union paper for effect. I hope you enjoy.

The March of 1943

I'll be with you in spirit, dear,
While war takes us across the sea.
Please understand, they need me here.

Although we've barely left the pier,
I miss our nights of Bridge and tea.
I'll be with you in spirit, dear.

The Enemy is drawing near.
I hope you'll say a prayer for me.
Please understand, they need me here.

When I'll return is still unclear.
Our fleet is moving cautiously.
I'll be with you in spirit, dear.

The damage to our ship's severe.
Those still alive will try to flee.
Please understand, they need me here.

Our raft has floated off and we're
Too far for boats to hear our plea.
I'll be with you in spirit, dear,
Please understand, they need me here.

Katie Welka