Daze of Write and Roses

Two

When I was a child of two or three
We went for a drive, my family and me
At Christmas time, in the dark of night
To look at the carriers all alight
We drove down the pier and we looked at the ships
(A journey much shorter than some other trips)
I was learning my numbers and saw one I knew
I pointed my finger and cried in awe, "Two!"
And although it's been many years since then
My mom tells the story again and again
Of that two in the sky that I saw glowing bright
And pointed out proudly that cold winter's night
They don't light them up now, and you can't drive down
The piers by yourself, not in this Navy town
But though I'm twenty-five (nearly) now, this is true:
I shall never forget how much I loved that two.