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Topic: MAIL (02/18/16)
- TITLE: Chocolate Box Treasure
By Ellen Carr
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Its corners worn away,
Two crimson ribbons keep its shape,
Tightly, raggedly, intact.
Its home, a chest of drawers,
By photographs and cards,
With tangled memories hiding there,
Yellowish, dog-eared, and aged.
With gentle hands she lifts the box,
Sets it softly down,
Unties its double bow
Mistily, smilingly, with care.
She lifts its bundled contents to her lips;
Her liquid eyes fall shut.
She breathes its well-known scent,
Lovingly, remembering the past.
Her shaking hands draw out the first,
Smooth it fondly flat.
She perches glasses on her nose,
Readying, steadying, to read.
His voice returns across the years;
He's standing at her side.
She reads aloud his larrikin words,
Laughingly, in memory, in love.
He beat the others scrambling up a hill,
In jungle thick as wombat hair,
Scooped water in his hat, and drank,
Noisily, thirstily, in mud.
The enemy are quiet, but they just wait,
Playing silent games,
Penning letters to the ones back home,
Picturing them, missing them, a lot.
She turns the page of blotted ink.
He'll hurry, catch the mail,
Her photo's always near his heart,
Hers lovingly, please wait for him, back soon.
She folds the papers as before,
Her eyes are moist and tired.
A smile adorns her wrinkled face,
Such memories, those yesterdays, so sweet.
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