From: Me, To: You

Written By: Abygail Pulido

Graphic By: Jessye Fan

I am your ancestor’s handwriting dusted with age.

I am the history your grandmother speaks of to this day.

I am tucked away in the box under your bed and the corkboard above your desk.

I am displayed in the museum you pass by on your way to the train.

I am the I love you from your first middle school Valentine’s date.

I am the warmth of a friend from across the globe.

I am the sadness of your parents missing your 19th college birthday.

I am sealed and cradled with a stamp.

I have been around long before you, your mom, or your aunt.

I end with a name that will always change, but I always start by calling you dear.

I am the letter that will live beyond you and your babe.

Write me or read me; I always remain.