The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight, a voice at my side whispered, “He is gone.”
But the sea was a narrow one.
On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation.
Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, “He is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome,
“Here he comes!”
5 thoughts on “The Little Ship”
In the article dealing with rituals (Journal of the American society on Aging – Fall 2011 V.35 #3), The poem, “The Little Ship” is described as being ” …small, anonymously penned….” Here you appear to claim the author is Maria Shriver. Is something nound?
I did a little research and it looks like Maria Shriver did a popular reading of the poem. It is indeed anonymous. Thank you for pointing that out.
I have a copy here that says it is authored by C.S. Lewis.
Hello I am looking for a poem that I have and love.It is about a woman on a cruise and she sees an elderly woman in the passageway. It goes on to describe the lady and then from the ships intercom “Begin the Beguine” is played. The lady us unaware that the woman is watching her and she begins to dance – snapping her fingers, swiveled her hips, etc. She reaches the dining salon, collects herself and stepped soberly through the door. That is all I have and would love to have it all. Could you maybe help me? It came from a card.
I don’t know the poem you are looking for. Do you happen to remember any of the lines of the poem? I’ve done searches for many poems with only know only a few lines.