the following is a poem I wrote for the man on that ship:
held my hand
When I was little...
Took pictures of me
with you on the
USS Fogg, a Navy Destroyer,
World War II...
believed, I was your daughter,
you didn't tell them different...
to print, I printed you
a letter...
that letter was destroyed
when the Fogg was torpedoed
and is buried at sea...
I have the V mail you sent
to Aunt Lydia, asking me
for more letters...
After the war ended,
you came home and started
to rebuild your life on land again.
You and your girlfriend, (Aunt Lydia
you always called her your girlfriend,
years didn't matter)....
You and she bought the house I now own,
let's get an ice cream cone,
let's get your hair cut,
...you took me to a Barber Shop
Let's buy you a Sailor Suit
Navy Blue
Let's go smelt fishing, lake trout fishing,
Let's get a bike,
Let's teach you piano
and fractions
and poetry...
Robert Louis Stevenson...
I Love You,
you showed me...
