It's December -- isn't it wonderful? Thank you, Catherine, for hosting our round-up this week.
This month, Molly challenged the Inklings to write a poem that answered an unasked question.
I had plans to write a children's poem...instead, I wandered into a much younger adult self.
If You Found This Letter
It will be after one of the kids
broke your My Sister, My Friend frame.
Or, you, tired of the fading plastic
in your sunny window
and it slipped out from
behind our photo.
We were so young
No husbands or kids,
pets, bills, or in-laws yet.
Mom was still with us.
Every time I run a cloth over the glass of my frame which is not often enough— I remember waiting for the summer carnival saving up allowance for the midway.
That booth with its purple curtain
and, us, jammed onto the bench,
I pause over our smiling mouths
not a wrinkle in sight.
That photo is still my favorite.
it will be hard to remember
But, I wrote it all down
and tucked it behind the photo.
You’ll find it.
I know you will.
And, I’ll bet you write back.
-draft. Linda Mitchell
See more Inkling responses to this challenge:
There's a new golden shovel on Star's padlet. It's hard to believe it's time to begin saying goodbye to Star. She's been a good friend this year. Just a few more weeks of poems for her.