Every morning I wake up,
Morning coffee to start the day,
Just to hear those three little words,
You've got mail.
As I open your letter,
And you speak of your tale,
I smile and think,
I've got mail.
Replying to your story,
With an interesting and eccentric twist,
Wondering whether i mean something,
Or am I just a name on your list.
Bouquets of sharpened pencils,
The shop around the corner,
Little treasures that we'll always remember,
And the film that made us feel warmer.
-Jasmine Barlas
