Yesterday,
I thumbed through all the tabbed pages,
Of the anthology you suggested that I read.

With a petite pink pen held by my right hand,
I wrote those poems down,
One by one.

Then I folded them,
One by one,
Into little paper hearts,
And put them in a mason jar.

They are just scraps of loose-leaf,
Marked by my dainty handwriting,
And folded into ornate shapes.

But they were my favorite poems from the anthology,
And I wanted to be reminded of you and what you’ve done for me,
If ever I become lonely or discouraged.

Or even when I am at life’s content,
I can open the jar containing my paper hearts;
And read them one by one,
And be reminded of you and what you’ve done for me.

Copyright March 16, 2013.