⚓Victory Was Ours⚓
As I pondered by my kitchen door. Lazily, I stared out onto the sea shore. Finishing my toast and jam, I caught a glimpse of a man, A man walking along the shore.
He was navy and white adorn. Placed on his light curls, a pale hat was worn.
The sailor looked lost, slightly jarred; His uniform and body unharmed. Scoping the beach and looking quite dazed, as if his lover was carried with the waves.
Suddenly, the young man turns and meets my curious gaze.
His arms held open, a bright smile is seen. Crying, out the door I dashed. Nearly knocking him over, I screamed.
We embraced beside the waves that dared To lightly crash.
The beach was full o’ cheer as I danced in the air; my sailor was home from war, A war we only hoped to bear.
Victory was ours.