Last year,
In this time of the month
A body washed up on this beach.
It was a middle aged male
dressed in a business attire.
He was alive but unconscious,
He was shot on the leg and I was suspicious.
His hair were golden and eyes were green.
Had a familiar face, I thought I had seen,
either in the news or in some magazine.
I with the help of tommy and drake
pulled him out and took him to our shack,
got him into some dry clothes and kept aside his wet.
In the mean while Charles brought the vet.
The vet finished his diagnosis and ordered for some medicines.
In the mean time I prayed for all his sins and went for dinner.
After a couple of days the man finally woke up.
He enquired about the place where he was put up.
When he discovered that he was safe.
He asked for his clothes and a small case.
He told me all about his story, that he was a spy and how got shot and his life of glory.
He said that he is done with that life of his.
He said never goes by a day where he doesn't miss.
Miss, the simple pleasures of life.
A life with his children and his beautiful wife.
He started a new life and started fishing with us.
Later married Judith and finally had a wife.
By the end of fall, the the vet received a call,
It was Judith, she delivered a baby gal.
Just when Florence was a month old.
He had a feast in his house. He thanked me for saving him and this new blessed life.
Next day a few men in the same business attire came looking for him.
They said they came looking for a spy.
They threatened to burn the village if we tried to lie.
They caught hold of him and shot him right between the eyes.
And left him there to die.
It is your dad little Florence I am talking about.
He was a brave man and it is because
of him that we all are alive.
