Image by Pixabay.com
In a box hidden from sight
My mothers love letters
Have come to light
Written in 1944
A soldier’s heart she craved
Soft word written with
Such passion
Tear stained aged paper
Belies the woman who
Stands before me
Was it this lost love that turned
her heart to stone?
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That was a very beautiful poem. Very moving. I also stopped by to thank you for reblogging my Plants post. It’s much appreciated. I’m going to stop by more often and figure this blog out. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always glad to see you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw, sad but beautiful.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Jacquie…
LikeLiked by 1 person