POETRY TIME BLOG #2
Hello my people. Well, I promised I would supply a poem a week on the blog so here goes another one. Enjoy!
Hope this e-mail reaches you in good spirits.
I found a postcard you sent me from summer
camp back when were in 5th grade.
It was frayed on the corners with both
ee’s in Camp Hiawassee faded away.
The card said, Hey Cece! Camp is nice, mosquitos
are not. Food here is the same as our cafeteria;
both contain mystery grub whose contents will
never be solved. I’ve attempted archery; I missed
the entire target every time, each arrow landed
in some wooded area. Counselors still hi-fived me
like I won the lottery. Reminds me of a certain theme
park we visited once. Anyway, miss ya, see ya in August!
Can’t wait to go shopping with you for new school clothes. xo Gail.
It’s weird how innocent things were back then,
before my parents’ divorce, before your mom
passing away. Now you live across the country,
although this Postcards’ helped me feel like
you’re coming home soon, even though I know
otherwise. Write back when you can. xo Cece.
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