A funny birthday card
that remembers my special day
(preferably funny but not smutty)
A sympathy cards to tell me
how much someone I loved
who has died
mattered to someone else.
Pictures drawn by small children
in crayon or with sponges dipped in paint,
also a small stone kept by someone
from a hike we shared
to remind me of beauty.
a shell would be lovely, too.
A self-published little chapbook
Old photographs of my parents
found in an attic.
A letter of apology,
or the acceptance by someone
of my amends when taking step nine.
Something silly from a
A handwritten letter from my pen pal
in Zimbabwe (with old news –
the post is slow from Harare).
A recipe I asked for a long time ago.
A book I’ve been trying to find
wrapped in brown paper
who’s already been patient with me
in second hand bookstores.
Some kindness with a stamp
that claims back
from pipe bombs,
and ricin and hate mail in words,
(even in this efficient, exciting age
of text, social media, facetime)
small things to touch
and our simple humanity.