Listening to every heart
An Open Letter
Dear Mom and Dad,
It’s still raining…since Thursday, we’ve had
oh, about three inches, plus a teardrop
or two. But the rain is needed, ponds were so low,
some were even dust, but this summer,
the rains have come, tans are weak as the
sun has been hiding, but no one is chanting, yet,
rain, rain, go away.
I was thinking of you today, was going to call,
then got caught up in the fact that some lines are still down,
but the letter has been long in coming, so I thought
I would write.
Three inches plus. Isn’t that something? In the last
48 hours, so much has changed, so much has stayed
the same. I’m reminded that it seems to some,
I don’t pay much attention to the outside world,
but you see, I do… and I need to heal, somehow,
so I find myself puttering. If I were to do
some real housework, then the maid wouldn’t have anything
for me to pay her for, her bank account would lean,
though the house would probably be a bit better for it,
although I wouldn’t have found time
I did do some laundry, since it won’t do itself,
and I had to laugh when I read, “line dry”, because
it’s raining, the shell would only stay wet, so I “in-dried”,
and left the le behind.
Did dishes, too, electronic devices come in so handy,
because the dish didn’t run away with the spoon,
though the cow may have hooked the moon,
I haven’t seen it in a while…
and my shadows are missing my soul.
So many I know are coming to meet you…
I wonder if you will know me through them, if they will
tell you of how I am doing, even though I really know
you already do.
Brother and I, we’ve reconnected of late, sharing
once again – but even more than before – no fights now,
no having to move the coffee table that we might bang our heads,
our fingers weaving along keyboards,
quilling and quilting us again in all memories…
his, mine, sharing what we knew, and what we knew only to us,
of both of you.
Even Sissie decided to reconnect, for we were all a bit lost
for some while – I guess missing you was so great, that we could not
hang ourselves out on the line…
too wet, you know.
It’s still raining.
And I guess you’ll always find me thinking…just like you said, Mom…
thinking of both of you, and how are your naked ladies, dad?
I still have your amaryllis seeds…
for they still hold all your promises.
Ok. I hear you. Time for some rains to stop…time to complete
the real promises.
Thanks…again, for all the love you gave us. Unconditional love
is, was, just like yours…