The stationery
matters to me but not them.
I want it pretty,
written in sky blue gel ink
with hearts in my signature.

I must print the words
carefully now that cursive
is unlearned language,
but my flourished Grandma name
sits quite proudly at the end.

Because I wrote them,
I hope excitement erases
their teenage ennui.
I may ask too much of them
and the way of modern hearts.