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.