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My
Sailor Son
by Velma M. Carlson
He played on the floor, with his toys one
day.
And I rocked him on my knee.
I
sang him songs of long ago
So sweet, he was to me.
His
little feet made a patter sweet
Around the rooms one day
But
now he’s grown to manhood
And his toys are tucked away
No
longer I see the finger marks
That streaked the window panes
Or
kiss the little hurts for him
And send him out to play
No
longer, I hear his laughter
As he played upon the floor
Nor
see his dimpled, upturned face
Like my little boy of four.
No
longer I hear his boyish call
“Mommy, come out and play.”
My
little boy has grown up now
And is sailing far away
My
little boy is strong and brave
And feels the urge to roam
Dear
God, please, watch over him,
And guide him safely home.
My
little boy who’s grown up now
Leaves memories that I love.
The
ache within my heart is known
To on ly God above.
I
would not stand within his way
Of what he chooses to be
But,
Dear God, please watch over him,
He’s oh, so dear to me.
Guide
him safely, day by day,
Protect him through the night;
Help him to be strong and brave
And always do the right.
Although
he is a sailor now,
On some far distant shore
He’ll
always be the same
As my little boy of four.
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
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