On June 6, 1945, my maternal grandfather, James Crosby, was in the South Pacific while my grandmother, Virginia, was celebrating the first birthday of their first daughter, Carol. Sad that he would miss her birthday, he sent the following poem which re-surfaced this week and is now circulating throughout the family. Enjoy!
June 6, 1945
Happy Birthday little girl
With that saucy, golden curl
Perched atop your pretty head
As mama tucks you into bed.
You're just one year old today
And your daddy's far away
Far away on distant shores
Dreaming, as the ocean roars.
Dreaming of a year ago
And a cry so soft and low
Heaven sent a bundle blest
Down to brighten up our nest.
You are mamas pride and joy
Sweet and shy and oh so coy
Daddy loves you so much too
As you chuckle, grin, and coo.
On this very special day
When I must be so far away
If I could send a gift - a toy
It would fill my heart with joy.
But over here they have no toys
For little girls and little boys
They hide in caves and are not gay
Because of war they cannot play.
And so I send the only thing
That fastest aeroplane can bring
All my love and kisses too
And happiness your whole life through.
The poem is signed: All my love and kisses, Daddy
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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