My mother wrote me a poem and read it at my 30th birthday party. She just gave me that paper version last night, and I thought I’d share.
By Carol O’Shea
Consider the edges ~ my love ~
Like the most delicate stationery that holds content so carefully crafted
& loving in design
Whose papery sheath is tissue soft & speckled with flecks of
Deeper color
Holding meaning forward to share ~ to tell ~ to discover . . .
But a strong carrier that will withstand time ~ 30 or other ~
Folded many times over to open and close and open again
With meaning held so dear . . .
But whose edges are a feathery design ~
Purposely allowing time to blend & sculpt & tumble meaning into
Shining Gems ~ like Cape May diamonds ~
Hold lightly the edges ~ my love.