The Little Ship
Author unknown
I stood watching as the little ship
sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted
her white sails with a golden light,
and as she disappeared from sight
a voice at my side whispered,
"She is gone."
But the sea was a narrow one.
On the farther shore a little band
of friends had gathered to watch
and wait in happy expectation.
Suddenly they caught sight
of the tiny sail and, at the very
moment when my companion had
whispered, "She is gone" a glad shout
went up in joyous welcome,
"Here she comes!"
Author unknown
I stood watching as the little ship
sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted
her white sails with a golden light,
and as she disappeared from sight
a voice at my side whispered,
"She is gone."
But the sea was a narrow one.
On the farther shore a little band
of friends had gathered to watch
and wait in happy expectation.
Suddenly they caught sight
of the tiny sail and, at the very
moment when my companion had
whispered, "She is gone" a glad shout
went up in joyous welcome,
"Here she comes!"
It is with a most heavy heart that I dedicate these words to the beautiful persons who can only be remembered from this point on: Eva, Alice, Alli's grandfather, Traci's grandfather, Christine's grandfather, my colleagues' relatives & friends, and of course, the lovely Moe.









