Serendipitously
As you peruse stacks of old photographs,
sentimental tears guide your memories.
Drowning in a sea of yesterdays, you
serendipitously find Mom's letters.
In your rush to grow up and leave home, her
advice was met with frustration, and yet
without protest, she swallowed her pride and
applauded every milestone you achieved.
Time takes you back to when she last held you;
stirring emotions you forgot you had.
You never told her that you loved her, and
questioning your heart, you begin to cry.
Isn't it weird how much you miss her talks now?
Alone, you deal with the hurt you're feeling
by garnering love from a broken heart.
(2nd Letter Acrostic spelling “Serendipitously”)
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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