Grace E. Easley
A letter is the warmest way
To bid a friend the time of day,
A keep-in-touch that brings the smiles,
Across the very longest miles.
And what a wealth of strength and hope,
Is tucked inside an envelope,
Reminding loved ones that you are,
At least in heart, not very far.
In no country, state or camp,
The wealth beneath a postage stamp,
For memories that never age,
Are written down upon each page.
And though it's nice to telephone,
One of the sweetest pleasures known,
Are moments shared in thoughts we send,
...That can be read, and read again.