There was one
she kept reaching for,
with a copper-red varnish,
and a clarity like the point of a star,
precise and lonesome, reminding her,
somehow, of home.
This is the one, she thought to herself.
My dear Son,
It’s nice to hear
That you’re a Skipper of a small craft!
Your poor old Grandma & Grandpa proud of that.
Be careful Sonny!
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