She Took Stamps
She took stamps from the drawer in the kitchen her father saw but didn’t say they drove and she watched out the window fingering them carefully in her pocket together they climbed the grassy hill up to the acorn tree stopping at a rock perfectly carved with a woman’s name— for a long time and a careful time she looked and thought but never cried. “Papa?” she finally said, “How many stamps does it take to reach heaven?” “One will do, my love—“ And so, she put one stamp on and placed one inside and left the letter by her mother’s side. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com Other poems read today: “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe “Love” by Pablo Neruda “When Great Trees Fall” by Maya Angelou
