A Fisherman’s Daughter

I am a Fisherman’s daughter
My Father sailed long hours out at sea
This was bygone years ago
Tho as a child it always worried me

I’d lie awake in the comfort of my cozy bed
Listening to the wind outside
Then I’d find myself praying for calm
“Please dear Lord be my Dad’s guide”

I constantly watched the weather
Panicking if there was a storm
My Father was a fisherman
So my anxiousness was the norm

Frequently I heard the loud fog horn 
Warning the sailors out at sea
Again I thought about my Dad & brothers, 
Would they be able to see ?

Alas in desperate times of trouble & distress
The lifeboat gun would go
One flair was an alert
But if you heard a second
You thought “Ohh No”

Then no matter what the time of night
Just like all the ‘fisherfolk’ you’d run
Down the road to the harbour walls
This was horrible & no fun

Wives lost husbands & Mother’s lost sons
We all heard the warnings from the Lifeboat guns

But God heard my prayers
He listened to my pleas
As I put my little hands together
Kneeling on my young knees

It is many moons ago since my dear Dad passed
The Fishing industry is gone
But those were very troubled times for me
When all was said & done