Maria Shriver's Poem Reading To Russert
If Maria Shriver’s reading of this poem during today’s ceremony didn’t move you, then, well, your heart’s not beating:
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.
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