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I found a bunch of letters
Dated 1993,
Which were written by my son from camp
And forwarded to me.

It was his first time staying there,
For one month, in a bunk.
He was away, with new routines
And he was in a funk.

His letters said he missed us
And was homesick just at night.
Aside from that, it seemed that he
Was managing all right.

A theme that was recurring
Mentioned we should send him stuff.
It sounded like, to him, our parcels
Weren’t filled enough.

This summer, his own son’s at camp - 
First time, a different place,
But now in photos sent
We see his mostly smiling face. 

His emails sound more upbeat
(Just a tiny “miss you” cloud),
Though he can’t request a package
Since today, they’re not allowed.

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