one day they’ll examine
the leaves of our letters,
the vangoghed margin notes
and butterflied brush strokes
that tell the canvas-lovers
we were only human too.
they’ll sit there in libraries
and beside post office boxes
and on front porch swings
lost in the light
of our laughter,
their eyes melting to mist,
their faces growing
~~ end of poem (which yes, is about 55 words, for those of you playing.)
Those are a couple of cards and a bookmark my sister made and sent me this year from jail where she’s been serving 6 months for a lesson she can learn from.
(Lord knows, we’ve all had lessons to learn.)
She’ll be out in a couple weeks.
Rosie’s a sweet sweet awesome person. I love her so much!!
And she’s the real visual artist of the family, as you can see.
Even her handwriting’s a painting.
Blessedly, Mom and Dad and Rosie’s 2 kids have had these wonderful months to hang out together!
And everything’s okay.