I’ve never wanted lots of stuff
or fancy diamond rings.
I always think that’s too much fluff,
too many needless things.
So if I was found to wash ashore
on some barren island sand,
The one thing that I’d need for sure
is a photo of the fam.
‘But why?’ you ask, confused I see,
‘Why not something you could read?’
My short reply would come quickly,
my family is all I need.
My family is the bedrock
on which my life now stands.
I’d trade away my bonds and stock
just to hold their loving hands.
I’d be lost without their guiding strength,
their laughter and their cheer.
I’d never go a single length
without them standing near.
But I wouldn’t ever wish them all
to be stuck on this island with me.
So instead of them on this island small,
A photo is all I need to see.
Their faces would give me hope
to somehow make it through.
That would be the way I cope
until a bold rescue.
And if there was no rescue boat
the photo would bring belief.
Belief that a raft could stay afloat
beyond the jagged reef.
I’d build a craft, I’d find that drive,
I’d ride winds foul and fair.
I’d find a way to stay alive
until at home I saw them there
You see, I wouldn’t need a lot
To get me through the trial.
Just a photo and one final thought,
‘I’ve gotta get off this isle’.