In Memory of Allison Morales
I STOOD WATCHING AS THE LITTLE SHIP SAILED OUT TO SEA.
THE SETTING SUN TINTED ITS WHITE SAILS WITH GOLDEN LIGHT.
AND AS IT DISAPPEARED FROM VIEW A VOICE AT MY SIDE WHISPERED….SHE IS GONE.
BUT THE SEA WAS A NARROW ONE, AND ON THE FURTHEST SHORE A LITTLE
BAND OF FRIENDS HAD GATHERED TO WATCH IN HAPPY EXPECTATION.
SUDDENLY THEY CAUGHT THE SIGHT OF THE TINY SAIL AND AT THAT VERY
MOMENT WHEN MY COMPANION HAD WHISPERED SHE IS GONE, A SHOUT
WENT UP IN JOYOUS WELCOME WITH THE WORDS…..
YES! HERE SHE COMES!
– Author Unknown