The Dust In The Attic

It was cleaning day for the attic
Trying to get rid of some junk,
Time to get rid of some of the old
And some of the bunk.
No sense in keeping it
Just to sit around and gather dust,
So out with the old
And get on with the fuss.

Going through the boxes of mail
Letters from days of old,
Some dated way back when
That has gathered some mold.
Opening one of the letters
It was a letter from you my dear,
As I look up to the ceiling
Down my cheek rolled a tear.

It was a letter you wrote to me
Back when we were kids,
You had just turned eighteen then
Shipping out on some skids.
You were on your way to Nam
Ready to fight a war,
The letters I received from you
I will treasure forever more.

I prayed every day since then
For your safe return home,
Little did I know back then
There was something I hadn't known.
You came home half the man
Then when you had left that day,
Strolling up to meet me in a wheelchair
You couldn't help but look away.

Are you going to love me now
Now that I am not whole?
I didn't want to tell you in the letter
I was trying to be brave and bold.
Tears came to my eyes just then
The more of the letter I read,
Just knowing how much I loved you
Even after your death.

I folded the letter and pocketed it
And just gave up cleaning the attic,
Procrastination is a big thing
Not much of a cleaning fanatic.
But before I left from out of there
A breeze came in through the window,
Blowing dust off of the shelf
With a message it did show.

Written on the shelf itself
Were the words "I still love you, too."
My heart had sunk in my chest
I didn't know what to do.
Then as I looked around the room
I said, "My darling, you're here."
Then a breeze kissed me on the cheek
I knew you were near.

Our love will continue
For it is an unconditional one,
I have loved you through sorrow and pain
Even in times of fun.
You will always be in my heart
Until the day that I die,
When we are joined together
Under God's watchful eye.

What a wonderful gift of enduring love...beautiful write

what a beautiful, sentimental telling

Many not seen now, but many are Never forgot with-in our minds.
To me that's the reason that we have that ability.
Good thoughts and we can only wish that we all received such clear words from those who have passed.

Thank you all for the wonderful comments. It seems the ones I write best are the ones where I am rushed. I wrote this in a matter of twenty minutes right before I got off of work. I appreciate you all Kim, Angel, Pam and Terry...ya'll are great as well.