A Letter is the warmest way
To bid a friend the time of day.
A keep-in-touch that brings the smiles
Across the very longest miles.
And what a wealth of strength and hope
Is tucked inside an envelope.
Reminding loved ones that you are,
At least in heart, not very far.
In no country, state or camp,
The wealth beneath a postage stamp,
For memories that never age
Are written down upon each page.
And though it's nice to telephone,
One of the sweetest pleasures known
Are moments shared in thoughts we send
That can be read and read, again.
I found this verse in our local newspaper. I tried to find out who wrote it, but had no luck. Letters and cards once were an important part of life, but letter writing is rapidly becoming a lost art. This little verse reminded me how much I miss those handwritten notes and letters from those closest to me.
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