She Took Stamps

She took stamps

from the drawer in the kitchen

her father saw but didn’t say

they drove

and she watched out the window

fingering them carefully

in her pocket

together they climbed the grassy hill

up to the acorn tree

stopping at a rock

perfectly carved

with a woman’s name—

for a long time

and a careful time

she looked and thought

but never cried.

“Papa?”

she finally said,

“How many stamps

does it take to reach heaven?”

“One will do,

my love—“

And so,

she put one stamp on

and placed one inside

and left the letter

by her mother’s side.

xx Atticus

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