The Letter

She knew she was dying.
She knew it, we all did.

The letter was perfect,

She knew when she would be Flying.

Not addressed, not dated.

Not found until Wings were added.

The calm blue handwriting,

Sincere and heartfelt honesty.

From where all great letters and love grow.

Dad, the ever generous and romantic gentleman,

Through all the years.

Brother and I just like dad,

With our loving families.

Our sons, shining like they should.

The unspoken words, 

Everyone so desperate to hear.

Inspiration amidst the heartache, pain, and fear.

Comfort on paper.

Knowing her feelings and thoughts,

her voice in words, easy to hear.

Constant caring,

From an everpresent Angel.

-Undated, circa 2005