Letters From Home

Hope this letter reaches you okay

Everyone is fine here, day by day.

Brought the horses up yesterday

Winter pastures and alfalfa hay

Your brother put Mandy on old Bill

I watched them coming up the hill

From the kitchen window

it took my breath away

For a minute I saw your Father and you.

Deer hunting is over for the year

Bet you're glad you weren't here

I can smell the snow in the air

Not looking forward to that shit

Did your sister call?

She gets lonely, I worry

But you kids are busy I suppose

You know your father's plans

Were to always keep you kids close.

How are you doing at work?

Seems I have too much time now

Waited my whole damn life to retire

Do some sewing, sit by the fire

Never thought I would miss the cows

It's just me and the old dog now

He sleeps in your father's chair

Should throw that chair out

But I still see your Father there

Well kiddo better let you go

Not much news to close

Grandma Brown stopped by

As your Father always said

Can't do much but try

I wish you weren't in that city

And I hope that you are happy

Sending all my love always

I will be watching with your Father

When you come to say good bye

Letters from home

Letters too old to answer.