Alex M...
Yokosuka Middle School
When Dad goes to sea, Oh, how it displeases me, Knowing he may not return.
This burden he bears. We know he can’t share The duty of protecting our country.
I love him, though Sometimes his head may hang low. His sacrifice fuels our nation.
The tireless nights, The sudden jolts of fright Will always bind him.
The end of my father’s career has always been “near.” But the sea blinds him.