Old Letters

We don’t craft and send no more Penned words residing in my draw Those dated thoughts and gone events Scrapbook of yore it represents Handwritten mood, pain and regrets Once sunny days, audacious bets One young at heart, the choices made Mundane events still on parade Creased paper, yellowing in time Cute fading stamps, once worth a dime Ideas frozen, saved and kept And people, places somehow trapped For boys and girls, for moms and dads Grandmas and wives of spouse-nomads How stay in touch, to share crave To savor love and send the wave The way we were, like photo framed Re-read those words, yourself reclaim A little pile, ribbon-tied Link to the past it hides inside The world has changed, days flew by We type, not write, and say ‘goodbye’ To letters, pushed aside by chats So glued to screens in our flats I have regrets, as letters gone The dialog to act upon Mailbox flag’s up, lagged outcome And glory, when the letter comes! September 11, 2024