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Author:  larry moore
E-mail:  larrymoore@cebridge.net
Date:  9/29/2015 7:22:44 AM
Subject:  The Sailor
Message:  I remember writing this for Laura Shayne, on her birthday ( I believe 16th). It was her first birthday with out her dad.


The Sailor’s not here, he’s gone out to sea.
Yet somehow I feel, his eyes are on me.
I survey the sky, the stars are so bright.
Does he see the same stars as I see tonight?

Just a short while, since he went away.
“Yesterday ” is dancing like it was “Today”.
I remember his hug when my world was all wrong.
I still hear the magic he weaved in a song.

The day is so special, I wish he were here.
I blow out the candle then I shed a tear.
My mind sees his face and his cute dimpled chin.
I hold to my faith, that I’ll see him again.

Yes, the Sailors not here, he’s gone out to sea.
Yet somehow I’m sure, his eyes are on me.


 The Sailor by larry moore  at 9/29/2015 7:22:44 AM
 Re: The Sailor by Ginny G.  at 9/29/2015 8:52:26 AM