The mood of letters

Up the stairs
and through the door
and tucked away under the drawer – 
the mood of letters spoke

A revelation
shared with them alone
in older days (before home phones) – 
the mood of letters woke 

Over time the 
mood would change – 
pages yellow (rearranged) – 
but one thing stayed the same

Years later I’d
come back to see
the house – the furnishings (complete) – 
under sheets that bore their name

But of all the things
that made me yearn
the letters’ mood would make me turn
to thoughts of yesteryear

I opened one – 
be careful now
it said; honey, soon I’ll be in town – 
I wiped away a tear

I could see him
resting on the train
bunkered down – there he’d remain
until he saw her face

One night – just sitting
he’d confess;
I love you honey – she said ‘yes’
she was his saving grace

The letters’ mood 
(with time) would change from there –  
infatuation – romance – love and care
together they were one

Up the stairs
and through the door
and tucked away under the drawer
of a loving son.