Love is like the lilies fair
Pure and sweet beyond compare.
This one feels different.
The weight of it, the shimmer of gold around the edges,
like it knew it was meant to be found again.
Postmarked in 1909 and addressed to Miss Maria Batterman in Wisconsin,
this card once carried a quiet message:
“Hello Maria? How are you getting along? I am well… Birdie is gone to God. The rest is gone. I am on the place now. Goodbye.”
What was lost?
Who was remembered?
Sometimes, the beauty is in not fully knowing.
A rare, gold-embossed postcard with lily pond softness and handwritten love.
Preserved in remarkable condition with a 1¢ Franklin stamp and full postmark,
it’s now waiting for a new story to be written beside it.
Love is like the lilies fair
Pure and sweet beyond compare.
This one feels different.
The weight of it, the shimmer of gold around the edges,
like it knew it was meant to be found again.
Postmarked in 1909 and addressed to Miss Maria Batterman in Wisconsin,
this card once carried a quiet message:
“Hello Maria? How are you getting along? I am well… Birdie is gone to God. The rest is gone. I am on the place now. Goodbye.”
What was lost?
Who was remembered?
Sometimes, the beauty is in not fully knowing.
A rare, gold-embossed postcard with lily pond softness and handwritten love.
Preserved in remarkable condition with a 1¢ Franklin stamp and full postmark,
it’s now waiting for a new story to be written beside it.
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Custom Poem
Vintage Stamp
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