The Day After Christmas 1941
She stood there
in the train station;
sixteen years old
watching...
Watching
as he kissed
her mother
goodbye.
Waching, as tears
flooded her eyes, blurring
his image as he bent to kiss
her younger sister.
He turned, lifted her in the air...
"See you later, funny-face,"
they rubbed noses,
she gave him a brave smile,
he kissed her. put her down
"my young lady," he added smiling.
She stood there
watching
as he boarded the train
with his Navy buddies
Watching, wiping her eyes
with his embroidered handkerchief,
The "U.S.S. Lexington CV-2 in bold white
against a sea blue background...
Watching, waving
as the train
left
the station...
Knowing
somehow
She would never
see him again.
Cyrille
* This is why IMHO we can still worship and celebrate as we choose