My mother will be 96 this year and has failing eyesight. She enjoys the handwritten letter. Every so often me along with some high school classmates of mine would write her a letter and tell her what was going on in their lives and she would always write back. She wrote to all of them last year to tell them not to write her because she found it hard to write back. We all kept writing and telling her not to worry about writing back. My mom has no computer, and it took us years to get her to carry at least a flip phone.
This lovely poem makes me nostalgic for the loss it describes so poignantly and so well!
another world we lived in once Andrew - all of us
My mother will be 96 this year and has failing eyesight. She enjoys the handwritten letter. Every so often me along with some high school classmates of mine would write her a letter and tell her what was going on in their lives and she would always write back. She wrote to all of them last year to tell them not to write her because she found it hard to write back. We all kept writing and telling her not to worry about writing back. My mom has no computer, and it took us years to get her to carry at least a flip phone.
This story is in fact poetry - thank you Paul :)