Another box of treasure lies deep within the forbidden cupboard from our childhood years.
A library's worth of letters from the war days;
a package of weekly reports from brother Ken serving in the RAF,
another from Mam, her daily home life reported in much detail,
school friends, work colleagues and many more besides,
then, oh treasure amongst treasure,
a package tightly tied with string.
I tease out one small fragile envelope
and recognise my own mother's handwriting.
Notes to Mam from days in Berlin.
I have in my hands
the most delicious history of all.
What treasures! My parents burned all their letters because they didn't want anyone else to read them. At the same time, I burned my journal from my teen years. Privacy was preferred over legacy, and you are fortunate to have treasures to appreciate now and then to pass on. That photo - of your parents? absolutely expresses love.
I have a few letters exchanged between my parents when my Father was in hospital with TB, and know how precious these finds are. Lovely composition, treasure your find!
is that your mammy in the photo? or maybe your grandma? i thought i recognize you through her. see, you're always encouraging me with my writing (i have nothing to start with, only hearsays and memories) but you can sit down really soon and write a book. i'll buy more than one when it's published! and yes, i like @joemuli joey's idea to have them scanned. aces!
July 20th, 2020
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