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)
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