She let me, without hesitation
and now I am able to open each ancient book
and sneak a peak into a world gone by.
A day by day meticulously kept account
of a life
lives that matter because every single one does.
It is at first a view into simpler times
high school and crushes,
homework and rumble seats
dances and dresses and arguments with friends patched over.
Remember when she lost her umbrella and the scandal it caused?
What will change over 80 years?
Will simpler times stick fast or crumble with age?
I want this for myself eighty years from now
not my journals, no. I am not that open.
But for a person to lift the cover of my words
my story and legacy, to turn the pages of
the story I have told…
The daily post prompt: Open