Love Notes

Her mother had gone to Heaven
She needed to clear the house
So up the steps to the attic
Hoping not to meet a mouse

Rummaging through trunks in the dust
Deciding what not to keep
Much was stacked in boxes to go
The pile became a huge heap

Some she put aside to take home
Keepsakes of memories past
Then she came upon one box more
The only one left at last

She lifted up the lid to see
Uniforms and medals too
She lifted them carefully out
Seeing notes on paper blue

Reading the first opened her eyes
Finding love notes ever sweet
As she read one after other
She was in for quite a treat

Dad's uniforms and war medals
And love notes to Mom from he
A man who died when she was young
When at war over the sea

As she read she understood well
Why Mom had never re-wed
Mom had kept her father's love there
In the attic to be read

© By Sharon (

A Note

A folded single sheet it was,
A note from my true love,
“Must see you tonight,
things are in a terrible fright.”

It was only ten AM
And so jittery I did become.
Wondered what she wanted,
As she sounded exasperated.

I fidgeted and walked about,
Six cups of coffee and
Trips around the corner,
What could her dilemma be?

She found a new true love,
He had dropped in from above,
And I was now passé,
Gone in every way?

After work how I did run,
And drove to her place of employment.
I stood by the door
As they emptied from all floors.

Finally I did her see,
And she did wave to me.
When she got close,
I wanted to hug her the most.

“What is the problem,
what can I do,
Will it affect you and me?
I was an awful sight.

She looked at me with a smile,
As I felt her love a country mile,
“Saturday I cannot go to the game,
oh isn’t it a shame?”

Then as I opened her door,
She did hug me and more,
“Aunt Julia will be 93,
and she wants to see me.”

© By Tom (

The Note

Aunt Jean came around the corner of the garage with another huge bag. This was not a happy time but it had to be done. Her sister Betty had died suddenly and she had told her nieces that she would help straighten the house up and see if she could find some of the family ‘Heirlooms’. She had already cleaned out most of the cellar and was now working on the attic. She had found some of the things she remembered from when she was young. An autograph book from Junior High School and a moth-eaten sweater that she remembered her sister Betty ‘borrowing’ and never did see it again until a little while ago. That was Betty for you! As the older sister she thought that she had first dibs on everything. Jean had finally taken to hiding her jewelry and make-up so Betty wouldn’t help herself to it. They had gotten along in a sisterly competition kind of way. Usually, Betty won.

She dearly loved her nieces and when they were young she would have them stay with her for as many weekends as she could. She had never married because after the love of her life split up with her when he came back from Vietnam, he married Betty! Another game that Betty won. Her sister had been widowed young when her husband was killed in a horrible car accident at the age of 40. Betty had married again…and again….and again. Between the alimony she got from two husbands and the life insurance from the last husband she didn’t have much to worry about. Her death at the age of 68 was completely unexpected. No one knew about the heart condition she had. After her doctor had told her she had stopped going to him. That was the way Betty handled things. “No news is good news.”

“Auntie Jean! Look at this box we found in the crawl space. It’s full of letters and some of them aren’t even opened. And they are addressed to YOU!” Well……..that was a little strange.

As they sat on the porch and went through this box of letters and notes, Jean saw that they were addressed to her. They had been sent by John when he was in Vietnam….but she had never seen them!

She noticed another pile of letters that weren’t opened. They were addressed to John when he was in Da Nang. THEY HAD NEVER BEEN MAILED! She thought about that for a minute and realized that Betty had always been the one to drop the mail and to pick it up. She worked right next to the post office so it seemed like the logical thing to do. Betty had never mailed her letters and she never gave her any of the ones that John had sent to her. In the bottom of the box she found the letters that Betty had written to John. She read them slowly and realized that Betty had been telling John that his girlfriend,,(Her) had been running around with every guy that passed her way.

All those years when she felt so worthless because the man of her dreams came back from the Army and barely spoke to her! At her sister’s wedding she had been the Maid Of Honor and she spent that day feeling like she was the ugliest, meanest woman on earth! John had glanced at her during the reception and seemed to be shaking his head sadly when he did.

She sat there on the porch with reasons for hating her sister spilled all around her. Her nieces kept looking at her and asking her about the contents of the notes and letters. She looked back in her memory and thought about all the crying and misery she had gone through. Her sister had told her that John only went out with her so he could get to close to Betty. She had believed it!

She gathered up all the pieces of paper without looking at them. She stuffed them back into the box and carried it to the back yard barbeque pit. Before her nieces knew what she was doing she had drenched them with lighter fluid and set fire to them.

And then she started laughing…..

Her sister had had a life that she had envied. But now that she knew how she got it…?

Back to the attic! Heaven only knew what else they would find.

© By Swampetta (

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