and so, while
Alice was sitting
curled up in a corner
of the great armchair,
half talking to herself
and half asleep,
the kitten had been having
a grand game of romps
My dear friend.
A warm hello to you!!
Thank you! Hugs! Love!
Thank you! Hugs! Love!
Thank you so much.
For your letters.
And I’m so sorry.
I can’t reply to you!
with the ball of worsted
Alice had been trying
to wind up,
to wind up,
and had been rolling it
up and down
till it had all
come undone again;
I really am without.
A phone or internet.
And it’s very hard!
I need a new phone.
But I can’t afford one.
At the moment.
So please.
Don’t worry about me!
and there it was,
spread over the hearth-rug,
all knots and tangles,
all knots and tangles,
with the kitten
running after
its own tail
in the middle.
I’m more or less OK.
But I’m cut off.
Let’s hope for the best!
Let’s hope for the best!
We’re holding on.
Despite this terrible war…
Thank you! Hugs! Love!
Thank you! Hugs! Love!
and so, while
Alice was sitting
curled up in a corner
of the great armchair,
half talking to herself
and half asleep,
the kitten had been having
a grand game of romps
*Because my friend sent me a letter after about two and a half months silence.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Oh, my magician! It’s just incredible.
And the lovely photo at the head of this page is, of course, yours, my friend!
