Mother - this sea is lonely
how is it we were separated
by land but there was
a connection. Yet by
the sea there is no link
Maybe it was that the
General was there - Yet
I doubt it
I hold this sea in my eyes
I could paint it for you
you would think it beautiful
we crawl to the ugly shore
death waits there I can see it
bobbing in the sea
I will do my best
and the General will be proud
©2008 Thomas R Thomas
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