I like family history. I’m just not any good at it. There is a particular family legend on my mom’s side that we have shared and are kind of proud of it. There is a chance that it may not be true. But even if part of it is true, oh, what a story!
I’m a stowaway,
heading for a new land.
Just a runaway,
looking for promise and hope.
I will sail away,
leave all I know behind.
I am a stowaway.
She was born in a time
that didn’t know what to do with her.
She didn’t like the options available
so she took a chance on another.
With all the courage
she could find she left behind her life.
Surely the horizon
held more for her than to be his wife.
Come what may, she’d find her home
she just knew she wasn’t born to be alone.
She said,
“I’m a stowaway,
heading for a new land.
Just a runaway,
looking for promise and hope.
I will sail away,
leave all I know behind.
I am a stowaway.”
Choice after choice.
Her searching days never seemed to end.
Written on paper,
one wonders if she’d choose the same again.
Only she can say
how her life can be weighed and measured.
Was her time on Earth
a difficult debt or a wonderful treasure?
Did rest only come with her early death?
And maybe with her final breath
she whispered,
“I’m a stowaway,
heading for a new land.
Just a runaway,
looking for promise and hope.
I will sail away,
leave all I know behind.
I am a stowaway.”
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I like these repeated lines: “Just a runaway,
looking for promise and hope.” It takes courage, faith and hope to leave what one knows behind.
It does! Even more so then. As far as we know, there was no more communication from home. Nowadays, we can at least have same day communication usually.
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