POETIC MEMORIES FROM 1958

By AI-ChatGPT4-T.Chr.-Human Synthesis-20 September 2025

Memories from my past 32 years of marriage to May and the end of my seagoing career.

To you

The life that I have is all that I have, and the life that I have is yours.

The love that I have and the life that I have is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep that I have and a rest that I have, yet death will be but a pause. For the peace of my years in the long green grass will be yours and yours and yours.

May Christiansen.

The M.S. Sunny Girl.

Across the wide Atlantic gray, the sunny girl set sail. She rolled and pitched her weary way through fog and mist and gale.

The captain was a rugged man who ruled the drunken crew. His favorite word in ire was Fan. The retort was, same to you.

Not all the crew were quite as bad as painted up above, especially one a charming lad, my own true turtle dove.

Life to him was rather grim, a burden full of strife, until a maid so sweet and trim agreed to be his wife.

The ship before, oblique and dim, now appeared a shining light. It came a home of joy to him, a transformation bright.

May Christiansen.

The Foolish Virgin Bar - Jamaica

Three foolish virgins came out of the sea, each bearing a pearl as her dowry, which she traded with fishermen for butterflies, these being ecstasies well in disguise.

When the maids realized that their dowries were gone, as the fishermen sailed with the boats they were on, each mermaid swam seaward with glances at the shore, knowing perfectly well they were virgins no more.

Virgin Isle Hotel, St. Thomas, West Indies. September 28, 1958.