Comments about Cathy Hodgson
Every morning it's a trip to the Sea.
To watch the ships as they flee.
Oh Bessie can't you see,
He's never coming back to thee.
In the storm his bow did rip.
That's when he made his last trip.
Her mind just won't let it be.
It's his face she longs to see.
At the old bench is where she'll see.
The love she's lost..
On Heaven's Sea..
Beauty abounds in
Symphony sings heart
Prisms rainbows dance
a joyful tune
Wondering about in soul