I am standing upon the sea shore.

A ship at my side spreads her white

 sails to the morning breeze and starts for

 the blue ocean. She is an object

of beauty and strength. I stand and watch

her until at length she hangs like

a speck of white cloud just where the

sea and the sky come to mingle

with each other.

 

Then someone at my side says: "There. she is

gone!" " Gone Where?" Gone from my site.

 That is all. She is just as large in the

mast and hull and spar as she was when

 she left my side and she is just as

able to bear her load of living freight to their

destination port.

 

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

 And just at the moment when someone

 at my side says: " There, she is gone!"

there are other eyes watching her

coming, and other voices ready to take

 up the glad shout: "here she comes!"

 

For Mom

 

Author Unknown