LOST LOVE LETTER
Now and then I pull the stairs down
Go into the attic where treasures are stored
I love to go there the best on a rainy day
The time when all is quiet and somewhat bored
Love to hear the rain falling on the roof
Made of tin, it is like music to my mind
Remembering so many years of being there
Even playing house there many, many times
Went there as a teenager to write in my book
I kept one of each day - twas my treasure
Most of it truth; some not to make it better
It was only my book..like my own little letter
Years later when the poetry muse came to me
Back into the attic I would go for peace
I'd write my heart away most days and nights
It was a joy I never wanted to cease
Then I met you and my visits grew much fewer
I barely had the time to write and when I did
Where was my muse? That use to come so easily
I looked all over just knowing it had hid
Time went on with us as we fell in love
Then came the children one after one
Life had changed so much for me now
I never thought of the attic fun
The years flew by, the children grew
You and I were like passing ships in the night
Hardly ever sharing anything for you were gone
I would stay up late reading by the light
One rainy day, I decided to go through clothes
Store some in the attic, what I didn't throw away
Took little bundles up, one by one, so not to fall
I loved it as it was one of those very rainy days
I layed down on some bedding spreaded down
Decided just to run away in time for a while
Thoughts and memories flooded my mind
How you use to look and how much you smiled
Enough of that! I was getting sad, so on to work
Stacking the clothes neatly for another time
Trying to check the pockets as I'd go
Who knows I might just find a dime
You had a dark tweed jacket that I always loved
I held it close as if it would bring you there
Then I felt something in your chest pocket
Wondering what on earth you would leave there
It was an envelope, not old but not real new
And in it lay a letter that was not mine
I knew not to read it, but I did and found
This was a letter of love - but of what kind
I've wished a million rainy days, I had not read
Of the love this woman had for you for years
I finally went to sleep listening to the rain
Woke up with my face stained with tears
penned by Mary Anne ^j^
God's Little Whispers
@January 2009
GEORGE LANGLEY'S PRIVATE CHALLENGE
LETTER OF LOVE
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By Mary Anne
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