I was cleaning out the attic one day searching through my grandmother's old hope chest I was suprised at what I had found an old flower pressed in between the pages of a book I carefully removed them to take a closer look inside lay the contents of a single red rose I held it up to my nose I could still smell the sweet faintnes of it’s beauty the petals were fragile and a few crumpled to the floor I looked inside there was more a bundle of letters were wrapped around the stem I sat down on the wooden floor and crossed my legs turned on the old lamp I relaxed settled down and began to read them the words that I read left me quite speechless the pen marks that were on this crumpled old sheet were the words of love that my grandfather once wrote He was in the war and he thought my grandmother each and every night he wrote that the smell of her hair made him dream of a jar of sweet honey her kisses made him crave more her touch made him glad to be a man I smiled as I read on never have I heard such beauty never have such words moved me as much as these letters did I replaced them back into the old book and returned it to the hope chest sat down on my grandmother’s bed and thought about how lucky she was fifty five years together they have spent eleven children and thirty five grandchildren and not to mention sixteen great grandchildren a large family each day side by side they took on the world I told my grandfather what I had found he blushed and looked down at the ground the words I wrote then I tell her over and over again things between us will never change he said ah mijah I still feel the same way about the lady that stole my heart away
Reason for writing:
I was helping my grandfather clean out the attic and I found a book with roses and old letters that he had given my grandmother
Birth sign: Aries
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