The written word.

I wish that you could see how much I mean each word I write
If only you could witness my joy, my great delight
In putting pen to paper, in sharing thoughts with you
telling you all my hopes and dreams, the things I long to do.
I wish that you could feel my peace in sharing little fears
the feeling that I'm not alone, the safety through the years
Of having one who knows it all yet never fails to care
A knowledge that each secret's safe, yet someone's now aware
of fragile strength and fearful hope and certainty oft doubted
And often known by just a look, not spoken, never shouted

I wish that you could feel the smiles, the echo of my laughter
For I'm not sure that they remain once posted, and then after
the journey from my home to yours, the waiting to be read
I don't know if they come to life or turn to dust instead.
I don't know if my letter's reach you, all intact and full of fun
But rest assured that's how they started, how each one begun

The writing flowed, the thoughts all crowding, coming fast and pushing, shoving, wanting to be heard, and felt and known by you.......
by you, the one I write to most
who reads the letters that I post.

Karen Holmes
March 12th 2014