Day Nine: Point of View

Instead of writing a dramatic monologue as NaPoWriMo.net suggested, I took part of the idea and just tried to go with it. Here is the result:

Mason Jar

Something had to happen
to make a story
   so I'll tell you what may have happened.

I may have been left behind
holding a blue-lined letter
   a letter of love, for love, to love
   cradled in my lace lined
   sealed shut mouth.

It's possible that dirt
encases me, damp and compact
   buried beneath the
   slanting pecan tree in her
   front yard at home.

The tree she climbed as a girl
   far above the reach of loneliness.