Love, Friday

by Amy Turn Sharp



This week I only wish I had a letter penned by my mother or my father.
I wish I had one. I don't-but I know their secrets.
Long ago I would sneak lookies at cards they left for each other on the wooden kitchen table.
At the bottom of the card, under a signature was always ILYTM in tiny capitals.
On his cards. On her cards.
ILYTM
I found out later, when I had the courage to ask, that it meant:
I Love You The Most
ahhhhh
What little love letter quirks do you do?