He Gave Her a Book

"Heaven Open To Souls" I walked into the room and found an old tattered book sitting on my bed like a still born child wanting to be held On the cover lay a topple of flowers plucked from our garden and as I read the title, I came to understand my sister's creed "Heaven Open To Souls" was the fine print on the spine it made me drop a salty tear to see her favorite braille A book of poetry that held all the bible truths of death explaining how souls flew forth, from earth to heaven Evoking summers of our childhood readings on the porch I recalled her big sister smile and my youngling yawn of old Ann would tuck the little book inside her sweater and say, "eight fingers to touch my heaven and two for kissing you" But then one day she got leukemia and she soared away dad was breaking up in two so I showed him what to do sit by the porch emboss to her the words , I love you... but it was not his memory but mine and oh how he knew so the next day he left it on my bed, for me to treasure find he knew that I had eyes to see but Ann, she was born blind.