a letter arrived today
from Hope, my eight year old niece.
Hope asks how I am, about the weather.
She talks of Lego and new curtains
with cushions to match,
which she says she does not like,
calls them too grannie-fied .
She did some colourful artwork;
a pizza slice, rainbow, butterfly
and a big smiley face ,
all on the outside leaf,
things no doubt she likes.
No talk of fairies,
this time,
maybe that has now all gone.