Letter to the earth

I have wondered   from time to time

if I was cut from your will before

or after you died.

By power of attorney or

because you thought I didn’t care anymore.

I don’t believe you would believe that of me. But someone did.   Does.

I wonder what happened

to the pewter letter opener.   Passed

over as a redundant object before it was thought up.

I hope it is buried safely somewhere in a drawer

and that someone remembers it is there   now and again.

I don’t know where your ashes are scattered.

I remember you scattering your husband’s in the sea and

them being washed back up around your knees.

It was weirdly funny.

And the memory makes me smile.

With love. x