Old Fashioned Girls

My postie brings the sense of joy to me,

The post cards sent from places faraway,

With mixed up stamps that fill me with such glee,

A pen pal’s news from the US of A.

We’ve written letters over all these years,

Exchanging life in lines of cursive ink,

The joys of living mixed with tragic tears,

Without a mouse-click on a hyperlink.

Although we both have tech and swap email,

We both agree our letters are the best,

The kids think it’s quaint we talk by the snail,

But I’ll not be putting my pen to rest.

For art deco paper calls out to Tam,

Across the pond in lands of Uncle Sam.

                                                                     ©Jemmy Farmer, 2012