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.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
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.
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