Poem: Vulcania!
Poem written by Frances about the ship, Vulcania, which brought her to the USA.

Vulcania!
Oh, how I remember the month of September.
It was just before the second World War.
The year was 1939.
We left our mother, sad and in tears.
We were also looking forward to see our dad, whom we hadn’t seen in years.
Our hearts were broken, and no words were spoken on that day in September
That I so well remember.
By “we” I mean my brother and me.
He was 16 and I was 18.
As we sailed the ocean, there was a commotion—threats of bombs and a wild sea.
It was Vulcania—the last ship that made a voyage across the Atlantic sea.
My brother and I were so happy to see our new home land and the Statue of Liberty.
Thank you, Vulcania, and I would like to know if anyone else remembers Vulcania.
Frances Buratovich
September 15, 1998
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