Letters

She reads your letters 

To hear your voice 

She sees you in the handwriting 

She knows you in the paper 

You are in the ink 

She keeps them close 

Tucked in her memory box 

Work called you away 

For a brief time 

Over sixty years ago 

Before cell phones multiplied

and long-distance was free 

You would call when you could 

But mostly, you wrote letters 

Pages filled with the events of the day 

And the ache of missing her 

Letters became a lifeline 

But more, a love line 

A nearly forgotten medium 

In today’s instant gratification world 

Letters 

Handwritten memories 

Of lost days 

Letters

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

August 21, 2025