ALSphere Foundation
I open the wooden draw
With a growing sense of trepidation
A strange fear of the unknown
Walking through wild uncharted terrain
I’ve never pried into things not my own
Yet here I am forced to go through
Her things, things my sunshine girl
Will never touch again
The drawer seems to be empty
Till I spy a folded paper lying in
One dusty corner
It appears old and untouched
I’m about to discard it till
Some primal curiosity prompts me
To pry open it’s folds and that’s when
I read her letter, her last letter
It’s addressed to me
I’m unable to stop the flow of tears
That silently course down my cheek
As I read her words
Expressing her love for me
She shares her hopes and dreams
Alone though I may be, she says
She will walk with me in spirit.
