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Her Ensign by Hardy Parkerson on February 27, 2005. © All rights reserved [link removed]

The poinsettia he'd brought her looked like it was dead. "It's just needs to be watered," his mother had said. Her son had departed, gone back to his ship. Oh, how she'd enjoyed his brief Christmas trip!

To lift up her spirits she'd bought her some tulips; They sat and they bloomed on her floor; She said that she wanted to plant some petunias And gladiolas when the winter was o'er.

Her son was in Norfolk aboard a destroyer, Preparing for a voyage at sea; And when he would call her, his call would o'erjoy her, Making her as happy as could be.

She rocked and watched T.V. and let the time pass And prepared her lesson for her next day's class. She worked hard in the day, but her evenings were hers; And that's how she spent those long winter hours.

The LUCKY BAG she kept on a shelf in her den, Full of the photos of the Midshipmen. She'd look at the pictures ...See More


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