Precious

Days shine brightly on a heart that hears

the sounds of shuffling papers in boxes,

tearing open gently to peer within,

like the thoughts of a soul knowing

greatness has been delivered.

Colorful images make for smiles

and words teased out by blue ink thoughts

spelled out so lightly and carefree,

open the heart to the gifts of friends

as letters sent and received,

the sweetest things indeed,

pieces of the heart given in love.

I am always so excited to get the old proverbial “snail mail” delivered to my mailbox, I rush out (adding steps to Beulah the domineering fitbit) grabbing and turning to find a pickup truck almost ready to run me down. Good thing for sneakers that move like lightning, and even though I hope that some day texting while driving is banned in Florida, I shall be a bit more careful in the future.. After all, this is a pretty quiet street, I guess my mind was basking in the sunshine and love sent from afar. Thank you to my dear heart Tre, my mind started singing Blue Guitar as soon as I opened it. I owe you one ❤