From whence the wind has blown you my Sextant could not see.

But thank the God of water and land navigating you to me.

I thought my port was right and starboard all I had left.

With darkness all around me looking stern I thought was best.

You mustered me with kindness and anchored me in love.

I couldn’t be more relieved then a chit sent from above.

First class you’ve always been to me but now a Chief you are.

Excited for what your future holds no limits for a star.

Let’s sail away to distant lands and see what we can see.

We’ll taste and drink all that we can till bluer than the sea.

I promise you it will be grand, Love (your baby) Chris Queen