His to Her

Your letter:

an oasis to unwilling wanderer. I sink into my bunk

and soak-up contents away from prying eyes.

Later I lie on cool grassy bank; sunbathing,

watching some of our planes perform startling antics.

I intend to organise sports events while here in Plymouth.

I’m busy collecting details off the lads. These will help in

formation of cross-country teams and swimming groups.

Now I’m in bed as I imagine you are. Let’s have a talk

shall we? I won’t put the light out yet. Sorry you’ve been

kept awake by our army. I’m glad you like my epistles.

I find when writing to you, grammar and punctuation

don’t mean a thing. I let my heart, dictate to my pen.

Sometimes it doesn’t seem quite right when I read

the lines over. I send them, just the same. Thanks for the

cuttings  and little jokes. I’m posting you similar. I’m getting

sleepy,  so we’ll put out the light and I’ll sing you a lullaby!

Good night dear heart.

Queen of Queens.