Monday, May 13, 2013

Priceless Paper





She reads,
Her tears falling fast and hard
Over this rumpled scrap of paper
Instead of a pretty card

She reads,
Words too dear to shape out loud
But spilled forever on a scrap of paper
Instead of a pretty card

…and the echo of words not so pretty
As they fell furious and hard
Are forgiven; tears wash this ‘scrap of paper
Instead of a pretty card’

She reads,
Beauty begins to bloom among the broken shards
She clasps to her heart love’s scrap of paper
Instead of a pretty card

Love bleeds truest in the torn and tattered
Its beauty is scribbled and scarred
Tender splendor on scraps of paper
Instead of a pretty card



© Janet Martin

I have to admit, I felt a little guilty as she watched me pull out all the tissue paper (just to make sure)…and there it was, folded in the very bottom, the thing every mother craves; her children’s words. The note began with an apology that it isn’t a pretty card…



4 comments:

  1. These scribbled notes are the best! :-)

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  2. Yes! They always go in the keeper box or I frame them...one night one of the kids placed on my pillow on lined binder-sheet of paper. 'I love you, Mom XOXO'. I framed it and it sits on my night-stand. Money cannot buy this kind of thing!

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  3. Akila, Yes, by the grace of God I am!Thank-you for thoughts.

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