This is a letter to the letters I will have written long ago. My Mother would have wept to hear I loved her as I do. My Brother long forgotten now Would have bent my hand in two, Knowing that I thought him great, Glad to be with all he knew. Do you have enough of tears To read of all my Woe? Where unbestowed rest the Cares Toward Sisters lost, in other years, For Wives & Child & Father too, In letters Culled - by inner Fears.
Reason for writing:
This is a good poem, heartfelt and true. It is a Sonnet, one
of many that I have recently written and I believe that it
deserves a reading here and there. Thanks.
the Author
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