Michael Bray

Author of A Time To Kill

Dad Was a Navy Man

I was born in a town
Named after St. James.
Dad was a navy man of Jersey fame.
Moved around the country,
Crossed it two times
And we didn’t whine
About being uprooted
From places and friends.
We learned how to bend
And those letters to send.
‘Twas actually lots of fun
Burning those “clinics” they say.
(I said nothing to this day.)
It was a way to save those
Whose moms went astray
To kill their very own,
Left in misery to groan.

1720 on 12 Dec., 2020 (while the “fam” is below, watching a movie)

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