Providential Waters
A True Story
At Guadalcanal we were sunken at sea
And this is the tale of what happened to me
These rubberized belts from my very own town
They kept us afloat or we surly would drown
Our whole situation was growing more dire
The sea agitated by enemy fire
My mom went to work at the Firestone store
Inspecting those belts saving hundreds or more
There were dozens of women performing this task
Not one was recruited and no one was asked
They knew that these belts would help sailors survive
My belt was for certain what kept me alive
I’m one of the lucky ones pulled from the “drink”
A personal Angel, yeah, that’s what I think
About a year later at home with my mom
I showed her the belt hanging there in my palm
We’re staring in shock at what providence delt
My mom’s QC number was stamped on the belt
Of all the inspector’s there, her’s was the one
Some eight thousand miles away saving her son
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) for about 7 years and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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Providence's protection and a mother's prayers...couldn't ask for better!