For a blank page when I found Jack's notes.
He had jotted them down years ago for
A message he gave at a nursing home.
His topic dealt with the life of Peter.
I studied his familiar handwriting.
I perused his insights.
I read his mind, the
Thoughts that he had left behind.
A grief pang tugged at my heart as I
Clutched the simple notepad to my chest.
I found it hard to comprehend that
Once upon a time I had taken Jack's words and
Beautiful penmanship for granted.