OVER THERE
SHE STANDS ON THE DOCK,ARMS OVER HER FROCK ,
WAVING GOODBYE AS HE LEAVES.
HER SILKIN DRESS,
BLOWING IN THE WIND,
WATCHING THE SHIP,
AS IT SEAVES.
HEAD IN HAND,
HEART ON HER SHOULD.
KNOWING HE'LL NEVER RETURN.
LOVE NOTES TO WRITE,
PICTURES TO TAKE,
SKELETONS TO BURN.
NEWS OVER THE RADIO ALARMING,
AS THE AXIS GAIN MORE GROUND.
ROCKING IN HER CHAIR,
KNITTING NEEDLES IN HAND.
A CHILD SAYS " GRANNY,
IT'S BEEN 30 YEARS,
SENCE POPPY WAS THERE".
STEVE
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