Letters I Haven't Written Yet

No more

No more monsters under the bed
No more force-feeding broccoli at dinner
No more lingering suspicions of why he worked late
No more fresh flowers from the supermarket, no more pizza and movie nights
No more hidden boxes of cookies or promises of ice cream if homework was done
No more hockey games on TV or Saturday morning cartoons
No more of anything when everyone is gone.

Comments (2)

  • Laura B

    I love this. It means so much with so few words. Brought tears to my eyes.

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