The Letter

My rendition of my loving wife 

Rebecca and my first grandchild Payton, on her first day of life. 

This my letter to you my dear

who have never written to me

I set before you my great hopes

of the dreams that may come to be

 

I laid out the coin we minted

within my heart's own treasury

To toss about the thoughts we had

of our own benedictory

 

You stamped this coin upon my soul

embossed with love of hope divine

Pressed in the mint of memory

you will age like the finest wine

 

Should you choose to ever leave me

may we find our lost love and stay

Like dreams we both had forgotten

from the hopes of our yesterday

 

Author's Note

I dreamed a dream that became Rebecca my wife. Herein lies the truth of a tangible life. Oh on our deathbeds will we look back and find the thing we cherished valued and loved was something we barely touched yet dreamed might touch us;that of the love of another unconditionally reaffirming our right to exist and reason to live.

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

ahh your subtle and clever "turn o the tongue" rings with the sweet music of the Irish laddie! You have that simple frank statement of the truths of life well honed, and it is a pleasure to read you Master Morgan.

The rhyming of this piece is what I like, and the structure of it

[Helena]

Beautifully written and enjoyable poem. Thanks for sharing the love with us.

[SM Davis]

very sweet.

[Sofea]

Awww :) So sweeeet

[Katie L]

awww that is so sweet to write this. great job

[sharonlee]

Sweet poignant expression of love....

[HorrorMaster]

Very good

[qaralynn]

sweet poem!!

[Arabdha]

mesmerising poetry..as usual charming and flawless..and the note you added just makes me like it all the more..another favorite !! i'm a fan..:)

[roarke]

I'm not a praying man, but I made one prayer and asked for something specific. Two months later I met my wife, made to my prayer's order. Hope and love the running themes of your work Tate, it is real. Heroic beliefs that need to continue. Well minted.

[Mark]

"This my letter to you my dear
who have never written to me
I set before you my great hopes
of the dreams that may come to be..."

This stanza reminded me so strongly of my 1975 poem, "Ode To An Un-met Love". I think at one time or another, we all have dreamed of the woman to whom we would one day mortgage our souls.
Oddly, you also used the metaphor of fine wine, as I did in
"Reminiscences". Take a look at these if you would, and tell me
if you find the similarities as striking as do I...
Do not misunderstand me, I find this a lovely and amusing coincidence, nothing sinister; I find your poem delightful, sweeping the entire scope of a relationship from "as-yet-unmet" to "should you one day leave me" is so brief a work.