POETRY OF FAMILY
My Friend
The beautiful handwriting is so familiar,
on the cards that arrive a few times a year.
The voice is one that has comforted for decades;
cradling gently and holding close to the heart.
Telling me of days when salted cucumbers were perfect treats
and boyfriends were plenty.
Laughing together about things only friends could share.
Knowing one another's thoughts and desires without words.
When words are spoken, words are understood.
These memories are current and many and created day by day;
cherished and secure next to beautiful handwriting on perfect pink cards.
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