A Whisper in The Mail

Father time has no reason or rhyme

to the memories concealed

Or revealed

A treasure hidden, a moment long concealed. But fate, in its wisdom, decided to unveil, The forgotten chapter, like a timeless tale.

I received a whisper in the mail today

Right to my front door

A treasure wrapped neatly in a box with twine

A whisper from the past, a concealed memory in the dark,

Returned to me like a lost work of art.

In the canvas my mind creates

There are now vivid colors

once erased

A new memory

Or perhaps an old memory retraced.

Emotions bubble from depths unknown

A gift from the universe, this memory has sown,

A piece of my story,

A thread stitched twice

once lost

In the tapestry of life

where moments

And memories

can be regrown

This is a part

Of the seed

From which

I

Was

Sown

(*This poem was written in response to a photo album I received in the mail from my aunt (My deceased dad's sister). He died when I was 1 I have not acutally memories of him of my own other than what has been told to me. I never new my dads family growing up not even their names. Many years later as an adult my aunt and my brother somehow connected on Facebook of all things. She sent us an album containing lost family pictures of my dad and even grand and great grand parents. This was beyond words amazing. I felt like a memory had been given back to me. ) I made a video on my facebook page of the ablum with some personal commentary that the above poem was inspired by) I will attempt to attache the video to this blog post if it is not too long when I have a moment.