Relatives of the people who died when the Titanic
sank after hitting an iceberg remembered
their ancestors. A poignant ceremony
a century later on a still starry
night. A cruise ship, floated
above the wreckage of
the famous luxury
liner. All was
quiet.
As
quiet as it was one hundred years ago
when
it went deathly quiet, deathlyquiet when the screaming
stopped. The whistle
pierced the air at
the time the
Titanic
hit
the iceberg. A two-minute silence
was
observed. Three wreathswere tossed into the calm
waters. Tears joined
the relatives of
the dead.
It was the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic on
Sunday April 15. They story
is as powerful as it was 100 years ago.
I tried to make each stanza form the shape of a ship’s prow, not
so easy to do when I can only use the words in the story in the order that they
appear in the story.
© Catherine Giordano
This picture of the Titanic is from forbes.com |
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