an envelope
marked with our family name
in quotation marks
holds a tiny photograph of
a little girl
framed from the shoulders
in a flowered, sleeveless top
hair is bowl-cut
that familiar flat smile
a hand-written letter
from Reno
long, scratchy script
warm, uncertain words
decipherable only by mother
paper echoing through
forty years of silence
exhuming memories of
a child
separated from siblings
the cruel foster family
flashing moments
beginning to surface
this fear, this hope I see
reflecting from her tears
released by her quivering chin
2 comments:
Wow. I don't even know what to say. Just wow. Beautiful poem, Miss Sarah.
I have to agree with Gen....brought a tear to my eye.
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