The scent of the letter, filled the room,

It seemed to enter, every breath, you would consume,

The scent, was not too strong,

Indicating the wearer, could do no wrong,

The room so drab, so bare,

Changes with a new scent, in the air,

The letter, from one so demure,

So young, and so pure,

It was as bright, as the sun,

So full of life, and fun,

Just reading, how the young can cope,

Instilled in me, thoughts of future hope,

The way in which, the words did flow,

Made my tired old heart, glow,

From one so young, came words so wise,

After reading it, I was left with misty eyes,

Upon the realisation, that some people do care,

I noticed the scent, still lingered in the air.

 

Steve Corke

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