Love Letter from Heaven

The most precious love letter I've ever received, mentioned no roses... nor angels percieved. Had nothing to do with satin and lace... nor moonlit carved beauty etched on my face. It was warm and so earthy, spoke of my garden shed... where he thought of me planning Spring's flower beds. Amidst shovels and tools, in my sweatshirt and jeans... he spoke how he'd miss the sight of familiar routines... that we'd shared when old Winter huffed it's last blow, when the plots were all cleared of the last meagre snow. As together we'd dig and rake in warming ground... preparing sunny places where summer flowers are found. We'd stop now and then as we worked along... enjoying gentle breezes and paired robins sweet song. At days end he would gather me into his arms... dirt streaks on my face, he said, added to charms. Then into the house, 'neath the shower's warm spray, we'd watch soap and water... wash day's labours away. Lathered, slippery and wet... we'd love, as we thought, of our promising soon-to-be green garden plot. All these things he spoke of and more he would see... but this time he's not here to share these things with me. Hands tremble as I fold pages marked with my tears, this letter was found... where he'd placed it last year. When he knew I'd be out here facing life all alone... while he'd never see Spring beneath his gravestone.all comments and critiques welcomed Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 12:27 AM PST   0 • 8