The Letters...I Need To Know Poem by Debora Soramaki

Thank you for letting me know
Of the letters written long ago.
But since our moment together
Did not discuss one letter,
Please, I need to know.
She suffered pain for many years,
The torment she knew brought rivers of tears.
The agony spread from head to toe.
Please Sir, I need to know.
Of all the people she ever knew,
Why was she writing letters to you?
Please, good friend, I need to know.
Her heart was gold, her strength was steel,
But the love she had didn't seem real.
Her dreams at night gave a reason to live,
The talent of one hand she was able to give.
Please, if you can, let me know.
(Letters written by my Aunt-Miriam Shea to Richard Dean Anderson)