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This poem was written for my father who died when I was twelve years old.
Daddy: what was it like that day?
When they threw you off that aircraft carrier, At the equator.
Were you affraid?
As thirty thousand men, cheered and cheered!
Father : I remember holding your hand as a little boy.
Gazing up into your eyes and seeing that sullen look on your face.
You knew you had to go out to sea the next day.
I remember you looking at mom and then looking away.
I wondered why? It was a sad day.
Seaman have to live this way?
The Navy called dad and you answered.
We understood and love you still.
Even though the memories of you are never forgotten.
We wait to see you at heavens gate.
In your blue, because of your fate.
The family still misses you,and will never forget.
The seaman
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