12.16.2010

your letters

My grandmother's poem for a wistful evening.
I wish I'd time to miss you--but my days
Are full of other things.
You thought that when you'd gone,
I'd need you and I'd call you back.
I thought so too. But now it seems
Those things I loved the most--
Your eyes, your voice, your smile--
I still have in your letters
Telling me that it's you
Who take your turn at needing me.

5 comments:

  1. I think this is my favorite thing from your grandmother.
    I know I have felt this and its so sweetly put together. yet down to earth enough so that its real.

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  2. it's surprising how many mature themes she was able to write about at a very young age.
    brilliant, she was and is.

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