The letter was left unaddressed.
A snow-white stampless envelope.
Unmailed; all concentrated hope.
For sealed forever's often best.
It's placed and locked inside the drawer,
It still yellows; not given thought,
Passed unnoticed more oft' than not.
This desk is not used anymore.
But now as thunder shakes the room,
The lock is turned on that same drawer;
and memories from the note do pour.
Contented silence beyond rain's gloom.
written by Marielle, Indian Hills High School
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
2 weeks ago