I am writing to you
from this side of life,
though I know your answer will only be
in birdsong
or the autumn breeze
in the cedar boughs.
Longing for word
in faded ink,
written in your strong hand
or a picture postcard
from the other side-
‘Wish you were here.’
I await your reply
Going thru your desk, I find
the note you wrote
on the day I was born
and I know the longed for missive
has arrived.
postage paid
The Course of Our Seasons 
This is very beautiful………and poignant.
So beautifully written. ❤
I love that you’re back to writing, and so strong this is… I love how you blend some hope into your sorrow…
Beautiful. One of your very best…but then I think all of your poetry is the very best.
Thanks, Judi, it means so much for you to say. I feel as tho I have forgotten how to write since Mom died. Grief is a beast. K