To Sleep In Ocean Deep

To Sleep in Ocean Deep After he did die and then went to sleep They had him buried in the ocean deep With big waves and while being so wide He forever there will remain and abide. There is something that is full of emotion And love with devotion about an ocean Each of many memories it does remind Me of my father who I can longer find. It all takes me back to when a little kid When into ocean my dad's dead body sled Officer came with orders which were direct To proudly pay dad all of his last respects. At church chapel sincere service did perform Outside was a lightening and shower storm No matter what we all eventually have to die Then wipe a tear from each eye when we cry. Ocean waves can create a lot of comfort As they try to wash away all of the hurt Body is on bottom and God's greatest goal Is to bring to Him my dad's precious soul. My dad died of a Naval accident of unknown origin late at night on the Carrier Intrepid now in New York Harbor. It was in August of 1956 and I had just turned 15 with three younger sisters and two brothers. He is buried off of Sicily in 200 feet of water. His body was recognized by laundry markings on clothes. All of this qualifies me to write the above poem. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran