Some years ago
       to the sea went I.
And sailed beneath the wave
      where the only sound
      was a whales's mournful cry.

Though she smiled in her special way
      when I bid my last goodbye.
Was it a tear I saw glisten in my
     Mother's eye?

Now I know of the long nights
     she lay awake.
Wondering, worrying and lifting
     prayers for mine and my
     shipmates sake.

She knew, maybe better than me
     that if the winds of war were to
     blow this way.
The Sailor she called son would
     sail before harm's way.

Now at last for shore I am bound.
Over many thousands of miles
     and adventures, one truth
     have I found.

They talk and write of the special 
     bravery of men who sail
     beneath the sea.
But I know of the silent bravery it
     takes for a Submariner's
     Mother to be.