Heart Language

Letters to my grandmother in eight-year-old script traversed the miles which spelled the distance between us. Her answers were full of news, everyday things, and encouragement. "I love your letters," she wrote. "It's just like talking to you." I continued to write to her for all of her life. She passed on before I chose the written word as my means of expression to the world. I think she reads over my shoulder as my pen scratches the language which spells my heart. My letters still give her all the news.