Sisters are doing it

I found the poem that I suddenly decided to search for last night. My sister wrote it for me a long time ago. I got totally distracted (easily done, as you can probably tell) by one of the boxes under my bed. A paper bag was tucked down the side of photo albums which I managed to resist. The bag is full of letters from both of my sisters. I'm the middle one. The letters dated back to 1983. I only read a couple and they were fab. Isn't it strange that a letter or a song or even a smell can transport you straight back in time? One day soon I will carefully read them and savour the moment.