Lynn Henk Poems

The sailor stood on the deck of his ship
looking out at the sea, while the sun
blazed a golden yellow hue on the horizon.
As the ship rocked side to side, the
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Roy died, I don't really know why.
My tears keep flowing, and they won't stop.
I have to talk about my son's death, over and over again.
They say that by talking about a sad,
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Sadness comes over me, as I gaze out over the cemetary.
I can't quite understand why he died, I only know that he is gone.
The minister says the words to try and comfort those who are in attendance,
but somehow, I don't think it helps, the wife sits there in tears, the family is stunned.
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