The Letter

The Letter


Seeing your delicate cursive conjured memories of your thoughtful daily notes
Touching the letter  I could feel your hand holding it taut while you wrote

I could see you at the dining room table carefully choosing each loving phrase
I sensed your tears welling, knowing these were to be some of your final days

The letter was kept creased exactly how it was sent
Stored safely in a fireproof box to help me get through times of deep lament

I treasured this letter beyond belief
Imagine how my heart sank to find that the box had been absconded by a thief

My soul wept and mourned for your loss yet again
How I yearned for my fingertips to trace those indelible impressions left by your pen

I wish I could meet this thief and let him know how wealthy he has become
For he holds a piece of paper that can give life back to a loved one