The Holly Project

When the box arrived in New York from California it was a year after her death. We don’t know the person that sent it, but his kind deed brought us her collection of naturally formed heart-shaped rocks. A stranger found them in the woods in Lake Tahoe and somehow found my father’s phone number and asked if we’d like them.

And it’s just a box of rain
I don’t know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
Or leave it if you dare

And it’s just a box of rain
Or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long, long time to be gone
And a short time to be there