Sailor's Heart

Some years ago
to the sea went I.
And sailed beneath the wave
where the only sound
was a whales's mournful cry.

Though she smiled in her special way
when I bid my last goodbye.
Was it a tear I saw glisten in my
Mother's eye?

Now I know of the long nights
she lay awake.
Wondering, worrying and lifting
prayers for mine and my
shipmates sake.

She knew, maybe better than me
that if the winds of war were to
blow this way.
The Sailor she called son would
sail before harm's way.

Now at last for shore I am bound.
Over many thousands of miles
and adventures, one truth
have I found.

They talk and write of the special
bravery of men who sail
beneath the sea.
But I know of the silent bravery it
takes for a Submariner's
Mother to be.