To Mom, Love Mar

Letters. Tiny words expertly written in the most dainty cursive. Mainly blue pen, sometimes black. Words, just pen and paper. Sometimes a "happy birthday", Sometimes a random "thinking of you." One of the most simple things Is what I remember most. She wasn't the best at speaking But neither am I. The easiest way to talk Was with letters. E-mails. Cards. I miss her handwriting. I miss her signature. All things I have mementos of, But nothing replaces the surprise Of a card waiting in the mail, Just to tell me she misses and cares. I wish she could send one from heaven.