And always there is a picture of you and her
  Coming home happy from a vacation on the seas
  And you looked like a sailor
  With a tattoo of an anchor on your arm
  Your hair greased back
  Face weathered by places and days I'd never seen
    Sometimes I read and reread
    The birthday card you sent me
  When I turned seven
  And I know that they will never shine
  The way it did that day
  When we threw paper airplanes at your head
  And sat on your knees laughing