Dear Mr. Marine


United States
38° 47' 3.9228" N, 94° 16' 27.7068" W

Dear Mr. Marine,
I'm praying for your safety,
Don't fill my worst of fears.
Even though I am strong,
there's a river-perpetual tears.
Your daughter

Dear Daughter,
The rolling waves are comforting
as they rock the ready ship.
Reminding me how I used to rock you
as I held you at my hip.
Don't worry, my little girl,
Don't let your tears be seen.
I'll be home before you know it,
Your fighting marine


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