The words flowed from my pen so very easy I would guess that many a young sailor had much affection for the ships that carried them over many seas.
I think about her quite often
some nights I even dream about her.
I remember how she took care
of me during the war.
She would always welcome me
back when I left her.
For short periods of time
and she knew that I always
looked forward to seeing her again.
Coming back to her sometimes
in the late hours of the day
when she came into my view
I felt a security a sense of protection.
When I finally left her in the Pacific,
I was glad that I was going home in once piece
but I left her with a sense of sadness
and I along with many others will remember
her for taking such good care of me.