Friday, July 16, 2010

Mamaw's Poems

They usually arrive by mail with hummingbirds and roses painted on the face of the envelope. Inside I find a handwritten note and a poem dedicated to me. She’s typed it on the typewriter and so some of the words are misspelled and the alignment is slightly skewed. They speak of cowboys, bluebonnets in Texas, true love, the coming of spring, and the beauty of an honest life. My heritage is preserved in rhyme on hundreds of leaves of paper filed in manila folders.

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