And Always, There Is A Picture Of You And Her - Coming Home, Happy, From A

Vacation On The Seas. And You Looked Like A Sailor, With A Tattoo Of An Anchor

On Your Arm - Your Hair Greased Back (face Weathered By Places And Days I'd

Never Seen). Sometimes I Read And Re-read The Birthday Card You Sent Me When I

Turned Seven. And I Know The Sun Will Never Shine The Way It Did That Day

(when We Threw Paper Airplanes At Your Head, And Sat On Your Knees - Laughing).