Grandad's Letter

My grandma died, I found some letters, In an ancient chest, Nobody but her saw them, Til she went to place of rest. They’re written by a fountain pen, Found in another drawer, That’s not seen light of day, Since grandad sent them from the war. I sit at her old bureau, Light it with her old desk lamp, This final letter’s edges frayed, Feels like the ink’s still damp. Inside the envelope attached, I noticed something there, Though nearly hundred years of age, Could tell that it was hair. He wrote if I don’t make it back, I wanted to ensure, You’ll always have a piece of me, To love, protect and cure.