The Token of Love
In times of sorrow my heart was broken,
Desperately searching for the golden token.
In time I found it, but in the moment I was shaken,
Waiting for my feelings to awaken.
My golden token was a simple wrapped letter.
My broken heart couldn’t have asked for anything better.
It’s crisp white paper,
It’s bold red seal,
But it's the contents of that letter resonates still.
A letter from my grandmother who passed long ago.
A women I looked up to in times of sorrow.
Her reassuring tone helped me through life,
Her passionate embrace cured me of my strifes.
A simple letter, though inanimate and frail,
Still helps me through my struggles and helps me prevail.
Her days were numbered and her presence forgot,
But I will forever remember the token I got.