Sitting here under the dim light
Searching through the old tin boxes
Back from my collage years in the dorm
That now seem like so long ago
Opening one and finding old treasures
Bottle caps, scraps of paper for notes,
And old photographs of my friends and I
But I open the top of one of the tins
And I smell that sweet scent
That brings back all the memmories
Of my since-dead mother.
Her perfume on every letter there
Which made me slightly homesick
But made me happy at the same time
Because I knew she was thinking of me.
"Hello my love," she would start out,
"Hoping school is going alright.
The family is doing fine now
And I'm feeling much better today
"Your brothers and sisters are growing up
They can't wait to see you next week
Summer vacation seems so close now
I can't wait to see you
"I love you forever, Mom"
Was the last letter she wrote to me
And the flood of tears came back
Just like the day I got home.
"Your mom died last night,"
My father said when I got in
"Her last words were to send you her best
If she didn't make it to see you today."
I shook my head, eyes filled with tears
Saying it was a lie, a crule joke
But her bed was made up and empty
As if she had never existed at all
But I wonder now if she's watching me
From wherever she is now
Watching her oldest child grow up
While I wait for another letter from home.
- Title: Letters from Home
- Artist: MySweetOctober
Yeah, well. I was sitting here one day and all of a sudden I got some inspiration to write. It took the form of a collage graduate looking thorugh old letters they'd gotten while they were away at school.
I've never been to collage, personaly, but I feel kind of a bond to this poem in a way. I've gotten alot of compliments for this poem on another site, so If igured I should share it with the Gaia people. Let me know what you think, ok?
- Date: 07/22/2009
- Tags: letters from home