Grandad's Letter
My grandma died, I found some letters,
In an ancient chest,
Nobody but her saw them,
Til she went to place of rest.
They’re written by a fountain pen,
Found in another drawer,
That’s not seen light of day,
Since grandad sent them from the war.
I sit at her old bureau,
Light it with her old desk lamp,
This final letter’s edges frayed,
Feels like the ink’s still damp.
Inside the envelope attached,
I noticed something there,
Though nearly hundred years of age,
Could tell that it was hair.
He wrote if I don’t make it back,
I wanted to ensure,
You’ll always have a piece of me,
To love, protect and cure.
Copyright © Richard Tipping | Year Posted 2020
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