Letters Between Sundays

Droplets of rain water trickling down your car window,

Earrings that my mom use to wear when she thought she was pretty,

Punching bag for everyone who feels hurt,

Raspberries remind me how innocent this world use to be,

Endless love for my stuff animal, bunny,

Sunsets that everyone takes a picture of,

Sewing machines clumped up with fabric,

Independent little girl, grabbing a candy bar at the gas station,

Ocean waves to surf on,

Needle in a haystack.

the end.