Monday, October 25, 2021
A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze And starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her Until at last she fades on the horizon, And someone at my side says "she is gone". Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. Just at that moment, when someone at my side says "She is gone" There are others who are watching her coming, and Other voices taking up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" Author unknown You will be missed, dear Aunt Rita. Laureen and John
