I'm supposed to be packing for our trip to Italy; while getting organized I just came across an envelope with a poem on the back. My Dad wrote it for Clio, and I hope he won't mind me sharing it here:
Quiet Calm
Hardly a cry
almost walking
nearly talking
arm extended
to what intended
What catches Clio's eye
The whole world
not too big
for such a small fry
Now let's hope we get some of that "quiet, calm" on tomorrow's flight!
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