My Dear

My Dear,

 

There was a time when we used to write.

I was obsessed with letters

And you were obsessed with me.

We told the stories of our lives

And enjoyed each others’ textual presence.

You were my true family.

 

Your writing was incredibly beautiful,

No other could even compare.

I used to stare in awe,

Wondering how a letter could look so fair.

How you wrote these beautiful letters,

I will never know.

The way your “S” curls resembling fantastic feathers,

More angelic than the fall of a pure white snow.

 

I remember watching you write.

So quick, yet so tender.

Your movements were almost aggressive,

I thought you would rip the paper.

You’d move your hand and I was left confused

To see a paper painted with extravagant swirls of hue.

Aggressive elegance is how to describe you.

 

How can you be both?

Elegant and aggressive.

They come from two opposite worlds,

Almost like you and I.

We do not share the same blood for instance

But since you loved me as your own,

Blood was a matter of indifference.

 

I was blessed to have known you my whole life;

It really was pure luck.

You taught me the difference

Between elegance and aggression.

I used to think it was a hindrance,

I now long for more lessons.

 

Yeah, it was difficult,

Watching you be pulled from life.

I watched in painful awe

While you smiled through all your strife.

The cancer was aggressive,

But you maintained your elegance.

 

Your letters were beautiful,

A reflection of your soul.

I wish I had written more,

The regret leaves a burning hole.

 

I still write you letters

Even though you will never read them.

I go to your grave and read them to you,

While imagining those fantastic feathers.

 

It’s heartbreaking,

But I push through for you.

It’s ironic isn’t it, my dear?

I am obsessed with seeing you again,

When you watch me from miles above here.

 

Life without you is hard,

But I can make do.

I saved all your letters,

So I can hold on to those beautiful curly Q’s.

I remember the memories

And I kept all the letters.

I promise to share your stories

And pass on your fantastic feathers.

 

You inspired me to be the best,

To create beautiful writing like yours.

You loved more than all others

Almost as much as I loved those eloquent letters.

 

My elegantly aggressive dear,

You reside in my heart forever.

 

I love you always,

Your heartbroken granddaughter.

 

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Me
My family
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