Paper
I reach
into the bottom
left drawer
of my desk
to find
a sheet
of paper.
The one
I pull out
has a flowered
border. I
add a few more
flower stickers
then choose
a coordinating
pen. I begin
to write
a letter
to my friend.
I tell her about
my latest adventures
in care taking
in-laws, news
of my son
and daughter
and granddaughter,
what my husband
is up to,
opinions, hopes,
dreams, frustrations,
recipes, the minutiae
of my life.
I address the envelope,
add more stickers
and a matching
postage stamp
then hop on my bike
and pedal to the post
office. I slip it
into the mail slot
then check my box.
Sitting there
like sunshine
is a letter from her.
I continue on
to the beach,
get settled,
then sit
on the sand,
open her envelope,
and feel her life
float around me.
10 comments:
those papers are wonderful...you have told that so well..!!
"...and feel her life
float around me."
That is what letters do :)
Nice one.
Often the best use for paper.
Fantastic poem. So few use this kind of life sharing on paper anymore.
Very nice, Linda. I have the feeling that the fun was in the delivery.
That was a good thing because an e-mail would be so much more efficient.
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Isn't it absolutely the best feeling to find those lovely papers in the post with words so lovingly displayed? I thoroughly enjoyed your poem.
Letters are a beautiful ray of sunshine..you have captured it wonderfully..Jae
Beautiful.. but then letters and getting extinct.. perhaps we should have some period when not emails.. please.. only letters among friends should be practised..
creative way to experience paper in life.
enjoyed it.
brilliant entry.
Lovely. And she was thinking and writing to you too.
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