She is a fine woman

The riffraff stop to watch her, call in jest

Like every single woman put to the test

They know her love is not for sale

She will never fail him, that they know

The day he returns to shore

The mother of a seaman’s child

Is waiting for him inside that front door


She is his moral compass

On the waterfronts of the world, he does not stray

She guides him like a star in her thoughts and prays

Helps him make it through the day

He aches for her at night like never before

He doesn’t ask for more

Just that the mother of a seaman’s child

Remembers him each time the oceans roar


When the day is done

After the piles of laundry and dishes are stacked away

She tucks her little boy in bed and stays

Till he sails on the sea of dreams

She longs for cosy days with her man

Who understands

That the mother of a seaman’s child

Yearns to walk with him hand in hand


He dreams of a day when

Sunlight will reflect on their silver hair

But right now there is cause for despair

She listens when he tells her

That as much of his earnings that he sends

They’ve less to spend

But the mother of a seaman’s child

Swears to love and abide till the end


She is his harbour

When life becomes a storm she is the boat

That saves him from drowning, keeps him afloat

In the wind that howls she’s the gentle centre

An anchor that keeps him from drifting alone

In a gentle tone

The mother of a seaman’s child

Gives a love that lives on past these mortal bones…

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Beetashok Chatterjee
Beetashok Chatterjee is a seaman by profession. This old sea dog is also a wannabe poet/writer, avid reader, music lover, movie buff, cricket enthusiast and a restless spirit.
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