(And a bit more)
Her lonely days were filled
with anticipation, planning.
Each letter she received opened her
to experiences and visions
she’d never imagined.
Jack’s world was grounded,
he talked of fields and
days wandering the land.
Even his grumbling over dull work
sounded fascinating.
She begged him to describe flowers,
a luxury they did not have.
He told her of land animals like cows,
big heavy creatures that provided
so much but took up room.
He drew pictures, wonderful windows
into a different world.
She plastered them all over her room,
gazing at them with both
amazement and a deep melancholy.
Scribbled Thoughts 