One of the Nicest Surprises to Receive

to receive,
to open,
to read…
…and it sat on my dresser for some time.

But after the alarm the other day,
after donning clothes laid out the previous night,
about to dash out the door to The James,
I scanned my paper pile-up
and stuffed it and a writing pad into my bag,
then flew out of the house
into dark morning.

And later,
somewhere between the blood draw and the exam and the day’s verdict,
thoughts flowed.
Ink, too.

(I don’t think I’ve put 2 sentences together
in months,
so this was especially thrilling.)

Maybe she’ll get it today. 🙂
I hope seeing a handwritten envelope in her mailbox hits her
the way hers hit me.

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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4 Responses to One of the Nicest Surprises to Receive

  1. karenrreed says:

    Yes! Handwritten letters – the value cannot be underestimated. The surprise of receiving it, the personal expression, the individual’s own unique handwriting, the time that the person put into writing it! I cherish handwritten letters. Hmmmm . . . maybe I should start sending them. 🙂


  2. Sharon O says:

    What a gift. What a joy to share friendships are special in that way, aren’t they?


  3. Belinda says:

    A treasure. I hang on to these things like gold. That someone took the time means so much. They seem so personal, words on a page, from just one person to another.


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