I rolled over in bed and saw the letter
from mom
written 2004
Postage was 37 cents
Surely one of her last
Dug it out clearing through an old dresser
Must have blown from a pile of “keepers”
out onto the floor
My sleepy eyes still recognize
her writing anywhere
even as it faded...

She believed in me always
sent that letter with St Theresa's prayer
to say hope blooms with roses
every Tuesday
Her day to ask
for special needs and people
she believed in
...that someone will see
the roses in what I wrote
Maybe Saint Theresa
“The little Flower”
I tuck her away
with my Mom
in the drawer of my heart