The Seaman tales

We live in a world two sided;

the ocean blue and shore we see.

Farr in the blues, hope seems faded.

moments like feathers, comes at sea.

Thought of the garden and the hugs along;

The sticking smiles of yours, that left a trace,

The hunting vow that you'll always see my face.

Keep I fighting the tempest furlong.

As the little ones ran to serve I a warm embrace,

I held at heart the loss of a friend,

But at smiles, my homecoming.

If only they knew yester night story!

I wonder how thankful, they'll all be!