"The Letter"

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The Letter

I found the letter this afternoon in a pile of memory and disorganization of intention.
She never saw it, but it feels like she did.
It feels like we spoke about the pictures as she lay dying, surrounded by past and present.
Hello boy, she would say. What a nice letter. The pictures are wonderful.


She would have read it at tea time in her favorite chair.
Holding it in her right hand, face calm, the stroke hidden.
But she did not read it.
Not until now, as I read aloud.

I keep it for me.
I keep it for my daughter and son.
She would kiss those small mouths and eyes.
She sees us now.
Hello boy.

(c) 2009 S. Sarkozy-Banoczy (7 Feb)