Just my Father and me

Since this is the 4th of July I thought I would write something "original". Ok, it was a good thought and managed to get me through a couple of sentences but it is much more challenging that it sounds. Lot's of thoughts, once they make it to paper, are anything but original. Having said this I guess the need to be original really has little to do with the 4th, or does it? Maybe we on the 4th are thankful. Being thankful perhaps points us towards what we could not have really done for our self? Maybe recognizing what others do for us frees us a little. Instead of reaching out for a "phrase" or "picture" that is anything but original to capture our point of view we find our own originality in our thankfulness........................... This poem is an original from a long time back, it seems. It makes me thankful.

Ships

by kjn

We walked to the Sea

Just my Father & me

And the days played around on the sand

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Winter cut the air

With the memories hanging there

And he said to me

"Take my hand"

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He said love's easier when

You're far away

It makes us realize what we have

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Although we're just ships that pass

in the night

We smile and we say

"Its alright"

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We're still here it's just

that were out of sight

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Like the ships that pass in the night.