Unsent Letters
It was long over due,
cleaning out the garage made me blue.
A job we like to put off,
because the dust makes us cough.
Old boxes on every shelf,
top shelf I can't reach by my self.
I remember that faded flower box,
filled with love and a toy fox.
As I opened the top not knowing what I would see,
I found a card with a big yellow bee.
A thinking of you card I should have sent,
every word I had meant.
I read and read,
until I had pain in my head.
Then on the very bottom,
I found a painful time called autumn.
It was when we said good-bye,
you felt you needed your wings to fly.
As the pretty leaves came down,
so did my many tears like a sad clown.
All these unsent letters and cards have sat,
knowing he was such a dirty rat.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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