The Last One That She Wrote

The Christmas card is safely stored
Amongst the other souvenirs
Of memories which in turn record
Events and times of yesteryears.

The greetings, in a small firm hand,
Showed nought of that which lay ahead
When life's uncertain flimsy strand
Was severed, and so much unsaid.

But shortly then a letter came
Explaining she had passed away.
So should the card which showed her name
Now be returned without delay?

"No cherish it, dear friend, please do."
The message in her husband's note,
"That Christmas card we sent to you:
It was the last one that she wrote."

© Tom Chapman 2008