Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
For those of you who haven't visited Nan's Morsels and seen my family's "Poetry from the Generations", I have one of my Nana's works for you - I just received a whole package of her poetry (some of which I've never seen) from a cousin who had it stashed away - So, I have some new treats in store for you. This one was written by my late grandmother for her son, my father, circa 1940 - as he joined the US Navy and was stationed in Pearl Harbor during WWII.
MY SAILOR SON
by - Velma M. Carlson (1903-1996)
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 fingermarks
That streaked the windowpanes -
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 only God above.
I would not stand within his way
Of what he chooses to be;
But, Dear God, 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.
Thanks Nana - God Bless
[This message has been edited by Nan (edited 09-15-99).]