Don’t push to hard for the emotion to show,
For pushing to hard would make me a foe.
I sit and watch as the world goes up then goes down,
When all I want is smiles but I see another frown.

I catch another glimpse of a emotion or two,
I give you a hug which might help give you clue.
Searching for clues is not all that I do,
I teach what I can to the student that’s new.

Of course you will find many hats that I wear,
Being a judge is hardest for me I can swear.
I’m also a cop to protect you through time,
Also a maid to clean up that old grime.

Doctor and Lawyer I can be when you need,
Can also be a muse that planted that seed.
With all of my jobs in this world I do hold,
a Mystery now I would like to unfold.

In castles we built with halls echoing with sound,
And on the occasion a dragon would burn it to the ground.
The Wizards cast spells which might brighten the night,
While the Knights would ride into battle with all their might.

I know you could not tell me what scared you so bad,
Your dealing with it alone is what makes me so sad.
Know this my child and remember it well,
I know now and will protect you from that hell.

I wish I could take away the pain that you have had,
The best I can do now is to protect you from the bad.
Believe me when I say that the fault was not yours,
From what happened behind the closed doors.

I could spend my days cursing the downs we have had,
But without them both, how would we know the good from bad?
I have always said you are the mate of my soul,
And you have my heart in parts and in whole.

When you are lit you have a tendency to drip,
But mostly when someone has helped you with a tip.
When all can see your dancing little flame,
I am melting, I am melting, is what you will claim.

As they wander the grand ship from stem to stern,
No one knew there would be cause for concern.
How did they know this grand ship’s hull would be sliced,
Like a knife through soft butter, a big chunk of ice.

It was a night the world remembers and never to forget,
There were not enough lifeboats, which was cause for regret.
The Captain did shout, ‘Women and children first’,
Before the grand ship was submersed.

“Be British, my men.” was the last orders to that brave crew,
Bringing order out of chaos like he was saying adieu.
The Captain’s final act was that of heroism and ever so brave,
The life of a drowning baby he did save.

This is the true story of the so called “unsinkable ship”,
The fate of the Titanic’s maiden trip.

My Grandma leans over, as if to conspire
“If you think that’s neat, I have something you might admire”
I slowly follow her down thought that creepy old basement decor,
Where she opens an old trunk, full of albums, photos and more.

“Let’s see, and hmm where is it?” she does seem to muse,
She made me almost feel like a spy, looking for clues,
Gentle hands shake as she pulls an old velvet album from that old chest,
She flips the pages mumbling about family and how they were dressed.

When she suddenly stops and slowly turns the old album towards me,
She says ever secretive and low, “This is the one, that I want you to see”
The photo was of a small group of people, of which some faces I did know.
She whispers, “Do you know who this is? I shook my head no.

You’re Great Uncle Smith, a great Captain you see,
He was the real Captain of great ship that was lost out at sea.
I was shocked and amazed, and could not utter a word,
Is this real? Did I really hear what I heard?

He gives you this place,
For you to embrace.
To let your emotions show
With the gifts you bestow.

This man who has earned our regard,
On this place he has worked very hard.
So please join me in my call,
“Kevin is the muse for us all”