Adieu, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Maiden voyage for his young son today,
Helping papa, net a bounty of fish,
From their fair patron the Bay of Biscay,
But the day would not end as they would wish.
The Concarneau on its side, is useless
As refuge being miles from the jetty.
Wicked winds and wild waves are merciless,
Breathing havoc on all without pity.
Papa held him so tight, tight as he could,
Breathing into him again and again.
He felt his stillness as if he were wood,
and with his grieving pain chose to remain.
On this day my child we’ll together be
never parted for an eternity.
My poem today reflects on a very special kind of love, the love for a child. I have been examining paintings of water and came across this one by Alfred Gaillou, a French artist from Concarneau which is a commune in the Finistère department of Brittany in north-western France. In his “Adieu” it is my opinion that he demonstrates there are hardships in being a fisherman. He may also be taking on a bigger picture. The name of the boat is the name of his village. He could be expressing outrage that the village is in ruin and offers nothing to its youth. I write to the former and from a personal perspective. When my oldest son was 14 months old we got a call from the hospital to come and say our goodbyes for is time was short. I asked God to take me instead. God chose to pass on both of us.