O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for
you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
I never got to say goodbye,
I don’t know why you’re gone.
I wish that I could see your face
and tell you what’s gone on.
It was tempting to be angry
and bitter that you left,
but I realized you’d want me to
focus on better things.
I miss you more each passing year,
that nearly half my life has passed
since I saw you last.
You were the kindest man I knew,
music flowed from your soul--
two of the things that I made sure
you shared with my husband.
Your laugh (and hugs) were notable,
they spoke of all your zeal
for life and love and laughter,
and how family was first.
No matter how things were at work,
you always found the time
to come to horse shows that I loved
and cheer me on with pride.
When you died, I cried me dry.
I had no sorrow left.
I thought I’d never see or feel
the love you gave again.
But I was wrong! You’re everywhere
a joyful heart takes wing
by expressing love of life
through music or a smile.
Sometimes I see you smiling from
the corner of my eye.
Though when I look, you disappear,
your spirit lingers there.
The best has been since giving birth
in gazing at my son,
I realize you live in him
and with him you will run.