I want to own an inn
four stories high
with beds dressed
with floral blankets
and oversized windows
for the air to swim through
it is the place a tired girl travels to
and quietly thumbs through
a stained history book
carefully turning its worn pages
to discover the truth
of her lost' grandmother's life
the turquoise dress she wears
in her wedding picture
the reason she left
while she delves into each
page, immersed in their contents
my husband and I prepare
freshly glazed scones
in the main kitchen
soon, we will bring her out
a warm scone drizzled with
raspberry sauce and a hot cup of tea
she stays until the moon's light
is faded and asks us for our
smallest room, she has driven
very far and has recently left
her home, she explains
my husband walks her
to a room we have reserved
for our personal visitors
upon waking, she reads my note
Dear Mindy,
We read the news and realize
what may have happened.
Please accept our offer to become
our
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