A Sailor’s Delight


I was young

and so naive,

I dreamt of a place—

a place out at sea.


Imagination built

the planks of my boat.

Its sails were sown

from threads of hope.


As I drifted

further and further,

I can still see the tears—

the tears of my daughter.


I’ve learned a lot

on those watery knolls.

Fear and stress—

and all its tolls.


It took a lifetime

to finally get there.

It’s not North or South

but the middle of nowhere.


I know that she still

waits for me.

Her hair in the wind—

caressed by the sea.


Don’t wait for me—

my little butterfly.

Daddy’s living

his Sailor’s Delight.

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