Cleaning Out My Mother’s House
Those Hallmark
cards
we never gave each
other growing up
No one did
Birthday cards or Valentine’s
The tidal waves,
the waterfalls
The syrupy words
and pictures of butterflies
were not for us
Yet for some
reason in my thirties
I began to send
them
Received no thanks
No comments
Cleaning out my
Mother’s house
I found the stash
of Mother’s day
and Anniversary cards
I had sent.
They were — carefully saved
in a box tied with
ribbon
Elizabeth Fletcher
Elizabeth Fletcher’s poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Orchard Hill, The Schuylkill Valley Journal, The Ekphrastic Review, The Swarthmorean, The Scarlet Leaf Review, and Tiny Seed Literary Journal, among others. Her nature essays about sea turtles and Snowy owls have appeared in The Philadelphia Inquirer.She is a co-author of numerous medical education research and informational publications. She has a BA in English from Hamilton College, and an MS in Technical Communication from Drexel University. She was an editor and writer for The National Board of Medical Examiners, Philadelphia, PA for many years and is now a freelance writer and poet. She lives in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania, USA, a small college town famous for its trees.
A beautiful poem.
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