Away on the waves of the ocean for days
Floats a note in a bottle filled with words and it says
That a child had once landed and on a beach stranded
From all that he loved, so he grew and commanded
A legion of tiny crustacean soldiers
He beckoned them bear the beach sand on their shoulders
And fashion a throne and a castle of shells
And inside a library and bedroom as well
But when it was done and his head peeked inside
He was saddened to find his bed two sizes too wide.
The young man had always been quick to pretend
That his thralls were enough for loneliness to end.
But there was the evidence, resilient and true
There stood in the courtyard not one throne but two.
His little friends saw what he'd long tried to hide
And he slumped with surrender, eyed the sea, gave a sigh.
He then drew up a letter and described where he'd been
And titled the story, "Please send me a Queen".
He sealed it inside an old bottle he'd found
And sealed it with cork that would keep it quite sound.
With all of his might he hurl'd his small note
At the void out there where that soft prayer could float
So to you who were tempted to uncork the message
Your future is at the far end of this passage.
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Thank you, baby. I read this poem often. I also read that first letter you wrote me about when you are old and on your way to meet me. It is tucked away in my drawer and I pull it out, breathe in the aroma of the ink mingled with paper and hold it close to my chest, close my eyes and get butterflies as I think of you.
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