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Dear Pen,
For years and years,
I wrote my daily life into letters:
to my mother,
to my friends,
to my grandma
and, a week or so later,
through my letter slot
poured letters fat and juicy
in return.
With what delight and anticipation
I opened them,
and relished the lives
penned within.
Now letter writing
is a lost art,
replaced by emails
which, once read,
go into the delete folder,
instantly forgotten,
not cherished, wrapped in ribbon,
saved in keepsake boxes.
Today on the news,
it was announced that soon
a single stamp
will cost a dollar in Canada.
And home mail delivery will be phased out
and replaced by community lock boxes.
It is the end of an era,
and a sad commentary
on just how effectively
corporate thinking
has increased the cost of life
for those of us at the bottom
in order to maintain the wealth
of those at the top.
Now we watch
our simple pleasures,
one by one,
fade away
into a past which looks,
in comparison,
ever more golden.
Kim's prompt at Verse First is A Lost Art. I wasnt sure what I would write until I heard the noon news. Sigh. I remember all those letters, a steady stream of them, daily, back and forth to my mother and my friend, also a writer, as we raised our kids together and shared our journey as young moms. I wish I had saved them, now. What a treasure trove they would be! History regained.
I was not able to manage a rhyme scheme. My head is Jello this week!!
