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|Date:||9/29/2015 7:22:44 AM|
|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|