Not really a new thing, just a reminder I’M NO GOOD WITH TECH. I wanted to send an
e-mail to our local radio station about my new book I got myself into a proper tangle.

I also got myself into tangle with my posts, so you will just have to manage with something that doesn’t fit the prompt. I think there was a prompt “If you could write a letter to your younger self. Well that is how this started but it got a little deeper, I see it now as someone with dementia longing for memories of his past.

The Letter.
Write me a letter, I’m out in the cold
Write me a letter, I’m getting old
Write me a letter, envelope and stamp
Write me a letter, so I can smell the ink still damp

Write me a letter, from a long lost past
Write me a letter, of iron cast
Write your letter, with words of love
Let it fit my memories, like a well made glove

Write me a letter, of a child and a rainbow,
Write of that child’s angel in the snow
Tell more of that child, parent in each hand
That child so happy as he played in the sand

Write me a letter, of a young man in love
Laid in a meadow, holding hands, the sky up above
Write me a letter of newborn boys
Write how they played so innocent in the yard with their toys

Write me a letter of honest work done well
Write of a man with no fear of heaven or hell
Write me a letter of two sons now grown
Write me a letter of all the love I’ve been shown

Write me a letter of a quiet life content
Tell me of the glory with my wife I have spent
Tell me now how my body was strong
Please tell me now I don’t have very long

Write me a letter, of the open road
Write me a letter, my mind now corrodes
Write your letter, of beautiful things past
Please write it quickly, my time it won’t last.

All words Meadowhead Bard.