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Cleaning Out Drawers
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Cleaning Out Drawers
The sun is shining with a golden light
And the birdsongs fill my room.
Then why does suddenly my heart hurt so
As all I see turns to gloom?
Could it be the scrawled yellow note I hold
From the bottom of this drawer?
It's really not an unsolved mystery.
I've seen this note once before.
Long ago in another sadder time
When my children ran and played,
I found this same note on my countertop,
One my oldest son had made.
It's message is quite simple and so dear,
But it made my heart near stop.
I knew why my sweet son had written it,
And the shame around me dropped.
I had thrown myself a pity-party,
Bemoaning life at great length!
Crying like the fool I certainly was,
I read his words. My heart rent!
"I love you, Ma Ma. Love with all my hart.
I apprecihoot you too."
My eyes again brim up with loving tears.
I think daily, Son, of you!
My God! My precious baby!
Had tried to ease my selfish, adult fears.
His note still squeezes my heart,
Has it really been nearly thirty years?
Today I'm cleaning paper from a drawer,
Yesterday he wrote to me.
This little note I hold has far more worth,
Than any wealth I might see.
It speaks of a sweet love freely given,
When I had no one to care.
If my son ever needs aught that I own,
It's his. I'll always be there.
This is so special. What a precious memory.
I know those lil notes so well. Mine are pinned to my bulletin board above the desk. Precious lil notes, simple words you know are right from the heart.
kat
This is so precious! The note and poem...both treasures, but certainly the best treasure is your child! Well written and a very nice flow. Thank you for stopping by my page today as well! :)