Dear Mom

All the things I never said and some of what I did

Were in the letter I mailed to you, tear stained

I took the time to seal it well, careful with the pain the letter contained

You never mentioned it, and I was too scared, all my bravery dried up by posting it

I waited for you to call me and say now I understand

But you didn’t and I regretted the words penned by my hand

I found it after you died, there it was, proof that it was received!

But thing was, it was still sealed, I felt deceived.

You never opened it. You never opened me. Did it sear you, giving you notice of all you refused to see?

But what I now can accept to be true, is a letter from me, handwritten, tear soaked, wouldn’t be something that interested you.

I dust it off and put it away. In a pile of things I’ll show my own daughter one day.