Anne Sicola Poems

The Ship of Hope sails back and forth
To help the sick, the weary and the lost
It sails at dawn and forever more
The ship makes it stop at every port
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Spring time was in the air
Trees and bushes were budding everywhere
People rushing through the square
No one noticing each other there
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She was an angel, oh so true
She loved her family, and would love you too
Her hands were soft and light as clouds
Her voice so sweet - never loud
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