Sincerely
Pen in hand,
Delicate stationery on the desk,
Covered with roses—
Pink, yellow, and white,
Reserved for a special delivery.
With a trembling hand,
I pen:
My Dearest,
Dearest,
Dear.
Time waits for no one as I glance at the clock.
The day turns to night,
As the shadows from the light
Cast a shimmering glow
On the letter started long ago.
I pick up the single page,
Feel the subtle smooth grain
In between my fingers,
Wondering
If my words can do it honour.
How do I commence,
Spilling
My most secret thoughts
To a memory now living
In pictures on the walls, on small tables,
And even smiling down on me
From the shelf in the desk?
I pick up the pen again:
My Dearest One,
Time is near.
Save me a spot,
A most glorious seat
By your side.
Sincerely,
Love, Mom.
Sealed with a kiss,
Addressed to Heaven.
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