THE LETTER

THE LETTER (For those at home, alone, without modern technology)

By Peter Woodgate

It had landed on the mat,

in amongst the pleas from charities,

news that I had won a prize

and the bank informing me that they

had increased my credit max.

Another from the company

that supplied me with my energy,

was glowing red.

I’d scooped them up;

It had caught my eye,

the envelope with a proper stamp,

you know, the sort you lick with love,

although, I think this has been banned

in line with H & S.

My name and address, handwritten,

flowed through the ink, to illustrate,

that I was not,

just one more bit,

within this world of megabytes.

I’d held it close

and stroking it I’d thought,

“of all the people in this world,

I am unique,”

a letter that was just for me

and not a standard, dull copy

with adjustments to a word or two,

then, with emotion, scanned the stamp

that showed a kangaroo.

He had been sent across the world

with love from someone far from home,

I’d opened up that letter

and, no longer was alone.

Copyright Peter Woodgate