Letters to Heaven.
It sounds like a country song, (Which apparently it is, thanks to Dolly Parton!) or the title of some sort of poignant inspirational story that will get made into a movie on Lifetime. In reality, it is the yearning in my heart to talk to my mother. So let’s see…
Dear Mom,
My heart aches,
because you are gone.
(Good start, huh? It rhymes and everything.)
I would give anything
just to hold your hand,
to be the support you need,
to help you stand.
I think about you every day,
There’s so much more
I want to say,
but now
the only thing I’ve got,
are letters to Heaven.
Today I really need some time,
A cup of coffee would be fine.
I need to hear your voice,
To see your face,
But I’ve got no choice,
I’ll just have to keep writing,
Letters to Heaven.
Forty years
is not enough for me.
I dry my tears
on shining memories,
Then cry again
thinking of what you will miss.
I need more
than just a letter to Heaven.
I almost called you today,
I forgot you’d gone away.
Then I remembered
and my heart wept,
because all I have now
are letters to Heaven.
amberlynnmyers 