it’s been years but
you wrote me a letter.
folded it three times and
put it in an envelope,
scrawled my married name
across the front.
I wonder if you
needed to ask someone
for my address, maybe
even my last name –
you’ve never written it before.
not after my wedding
or the birth of my first child.
so maybe I’ll be grateful
that you wrote to me
now with such passion, a
two-sided notebook paper
rant dedicated just to me.
cruel, selfish, dishonorable
lil ol’ me.
after all, handwritten
letters are passe.
sincerely,
your granddaughter
Magic Mama 