My sister Jan is a Kahuna

Who was captured by a Bluebeard.

But she has remained staunchly at the helm

Of her much battered boat, all these years.

She and Dad are similar souls which we are all feeling as

She is now moving from her house

After having dug in her heels

For as long as humanly possible.

But my dads last boat is under the house-

Where it has been looking after her,

And like a ghost of Christmas past

A wild spirit is stirring- my Father

Who didn’t defend Jan well enough in life but

Has been entergetically taking care of her all these years

I hope she can feel his fierce love going with her.

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The boat is being picked up on the Solstice

(my parents got married on the Solstice in 1938.)

A friend of the family is coming to get the boat

Out from under the house ( so symbolic)

With his twelve year old son, whos boat it will be.

Funny how the boy completes the circle because

My dad started at the age of twelve

The making boats from wood that washed up from Lake Erie

His first boat was black and

He named it Inky Racer.