Pieces of life

I found

In the attic

Some cardboard boxes

Full of letters,

Time frozen

In royal blue words

Letters, threatening with

Their yellowness

To fade into oblivion,

But will they?

Letters, in a spidery hand

Pretty, unique, then

To me

Pieces of life

Of smiles, tears, they spoke

And of laughter and gloom

They spoke of new love

And the losing of it

In long-ago,

Lazy summer noons

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For the week’s prompt at Magpie Tales – one of my favourites in recent times.