Forever Stamp

She works as a licker
For a company too cheap
To replace her with a machine
Sealing envelopes by the hundreds each day
When she comes home
2-cent stamps
Fall from the folds of her dress like flower petals
Her kisses are adhesive
And sometimes taste of paper cuts

Times change
Values change
People change
But even as the crows leave footprints around her eyes at night
And her hands grow envelope creases of their own
Her worth never changes to me

Even as we yellow and fade
And curl at the edges with the years
Come rain or snow or sickness or loss
She’ll still be my
Forever stamp

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1 Response to Forever Stamp

  1. zummerzault says:

    Such a wonderful way, linguering around the words. Loveable, and catching

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