Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Box of Cards

[This week's prompt at Weekend Wordsmith is Box. I found my thoughts moving to a particular box in my desk drawer.]



The Box of Cards

I bought the box of folded cards
to amuse my dad,
eight small notes, each
with a photograph of New York
City in the 1935 and 1936,
the same time he was a senior
in college there.

I wrote a quick message
now and then, to let him know
I was thinking about him
from a distance.

I used large letters
since his eyesight
wasn't what it had been.

I kept the messages light,
no current events,
because I wasn't sure
if he was reading the newspaper,
now that he was in the nursing home.

I have two cards left
in that small box,
two notes I will now send
to someone else.




12 comments:

paisley said...

what a wonderful memory,, how thoughtful of you to have shared so intimate a detail of his life with him thru the cards... excellent poem....

sister AE said...

Thanks, Paisley.

Maria said...

Ah....very nicely done.

sister AE said...

thanks, Maria.

A.Decker said...

Ya got me in the heart there, lady.
Deft.

sister AE said...

welcome, A.Decker, and thanks.

Jean-Luc Picard said...

A beautiful, thought-provoking poem.

Happy Christmas.

Michele sent me here.

sister AE said...

thanks, J-L P.

Granny Smith said...

Warm yet so sad. I hope the recipients of those two last cards will appreciate your thoughtfulness as your father did,

sister AE said...

Thanks, Granny Smith. I'm glad you "got it."

Crafty Green Poet said...

very moving and nicely written too

sister AE said...

Thanks, Juliet.