Tylah's+Descriptive+Writing

Descriptive Writing Term 2, 2009 The masses of murky steam rapidly pushes out of the huge ships chimney. My arms wrapped tightly around my family. I look down at my darling wife. Her sweet smile warms my heart, her beautiful crystal blue eyes gaze at me. I wish I could hold her forever. Everything feels so bright and safe when I’m with my loved ones. Until I let them go, the brightness gets taken over with darkness and the safeness gets taken over by danger. I feel helpless, and I’m scared. As I’m walking towards the boat I feel a warm familiar hand grab my shoulder. It was my wife; with tears in her eyes she held my hand. She told me she loved me and then pushed herself out of my arms. As I watched her walk away I realized she left a piece of paper in my hand. As I stepped onto the boat I read the note. Tears just automatically gushed out of my eyes. I was going to be a father. I was standing in the middle of the walkway frozen, my heart thumping in my chest, my eyes just blinded with tears. I was heartbroken with the thought that I may never see my child.