Saltwater

You have my nose
And my grandmother's eyes
And you come to me in
Dreams of death by drowning
Gasping for life and
Desperate to pass on
A message to those
You left behind
But I can't hear you
For the squealing
Of your ship
Succumbing to its fate
I can't read your lips
For the saltwater
That stings my vision
And yet you persist
You will return and return again
Night after night
Until I crack the code
Of this I am certain
Because I have your
Stubbornness
And your legacy
To tell the stories
You have my word
You have my duty
You have my devotion