My Letters to the World
"This is my letter to the world
that never wrote to Me -"
Inside my open penny box
among my unread post
unopened and ignored and stale
a letter from some source.
By then I wondered what it was
that lied before my eye
a letter amongst many things
a random question why.
To wonder long about its age
a tarnished ochre wood
upon the words of crisp white script
what letter could this be?
I grip the letter with my thumb
and fore finger like this
to lift each word up to my brow
and gaze at mystery.
To reach inside the evelope
to find my froth with words
mostly, likely written by a friend
or a lover from my youth.
The joy of finding letter lost
to read at home alone
our simple words written with love
a gift from you to me.
To write a letter to the world
unlike the words from her
and mountains stand within our pens
to shadow every sigh.
A serious commitment made
as if my hands can see
each word from former lives and times
a memory that is kind.
I am taking a break from my routine
to write this letter to you. This is hard
to write but I need to tell you
I respect everyday of our ten years.
Ten years that molded the statue
I am now. I remember events
so clear, like witnessing the birth
of our children, our dedication
to our children with every step.
Even though I am not brave
enough to send this letter
you should know that you
have become a part of my wiring,
experiences that drive my choices.
I still feel the warmth we created,
the joy of times, through our struggles.
We created, at the time, miracles.
Miracles that informed me of hope.
I have hope that you will succeed
and find a place to call your own.
You were the better part of my life,
no regrets. I would repeat
every moment. Especially the ones
when we were in love with each other
when I waited
for another chance to look into your eyes.
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© 2018 Jamie Lee Hamann