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I was going through my grandfathers old wallet (he passed in 2011) and found a letter in it. The paper was falling apart, but I felt that the contents needed to be saved somewhere. Thus the following.

(Front)

Dearest Sissie, 

Please forgive this means of wishing you a happy birthday, but its the best I can do, I couldn't get out to get you anything. At any rate, Happy Birthday and hoping you'll have a lot more of them. We love you. 

Mom

(Back)

I sit alone in reverie 

beside the windowpane

and, darling, i am lonely as

i watch the steady rain.

My heart [is] always lonely when

you are away from me

and though the distance may be short

it seems a boundless sea.

I miss you when the sky is bright

and sunshine lights my door

but when the rain is coming 

down i miss you even more.

I guess the reason is that when

I see a tearful sky

i am more curious, darling, of 

my constant urge to cry. 

I promised to hold back my tears

I gave my word to you

but in the rain it always is 

so difficult to do. 

Author's Note

I left all spelling and grammer the same as it is in the letter, but i spaced it out for flow and added [is] right there because that is how I think it was meant to be read anyway. The original letter was all hand written in cursive, and probably dated around 1940-60s when my grandfather was in the navy, or with his first wife (not my grandmother) who died of cancer in her youth.