[Eidlevice]: 521.Papa's Letters. Poetry

Here is a poem about my great-grandpa who I loved dearly and one of my heros. He was 86 and built a cellar out of pure rock underneath his house and never had any problems! Anyway, I loved him and he recently died. This is dedicated to you G!

I found them that day
In a bed of black dust they lay
Papa’s letters

So carefully had they been
Opened and almost as
Carefully, they were
Closed
Locked away in an age
Old trunk, they were
Bruised
Papa’s letters

Who they were from,
I had no clue
Wrapped in a package
Of blue

I opened the package
And the seal broke again
As it had done with my
Papa so long ago

With hesitating hands,
I touched the folded paper
I couldn’t bring myself
To open the letters

As carefully as I had lifted
The letter, I placed it
Back in its rightful place,
Among the other letters

Who had written these letters,
I did not know
From grandma, perhaps, it
Could be so
Or a lover of papa’s, from
Long ago

Why he kept these letters, I
Wondered, they must be
Special
For you papa, I will keep
Them a secret
No one should know

As I saw papa in his silk
Lined casket, I remembered
The letters
Locked away for safe
Keeping

I returned that day, for
Papa’s trunk
Now, with more confidence,
I opened the package of
Blue

Inside the envelope, a
Paper full of childish
Scribbles and drawings

A name had been left at
The bottom of the page
Laura Mae, it read

My name, my drawings

But papa’s letters