Dried Tears

by Larry Chamberlin   Apr 14, 2014


The post came that morning;
my mom sat at the kitchen table
tears streaming down her face
with a letter opened before her.

Aghast, I asked what was the matter,
she stood folding up a tissue,
which held a pressed forget-me-not,
I laid my hand on her face, fearful.

Father came home later that night,
held her in his arms, long, tightly,
yet neither said a word; to this day
the mystery has never been revealed.

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Reading this my mind went to thinking that there was news of a "bad" egg in the family then reading it again and not having the best idea of a historical period i thought of someone dying in war... my mind took this many places trying to understand what you meant. But you wrote it so well for not knowing yourself. You captured the scene very well and allow the audience to take it however they wish or see fit.

    Amazingly penned piece of sorrow.

  • 10 years ago

    by silvershoes

    I need to know what it means! Did this happen to you?

    • 10 years ago

      by Larry Chamberlin

      All I know is the letter came from my mom's sister in Australia

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