(This poem is dedicated to our granddaughter, who wrote to us while we were serving a mission in New Zealand.)
Olivia Constance said to herself, “What shall I do today?”
I have no school ’cause its cold outside and the cold won’t go away.
So into her toy box she put her hand to see what she could find:
A plastic doll, crayon and clips, and a piece of orange rind.
“Oh,” Olivia Constance said, “I know what I can do:
Write my Grandma and Grandpa a note to tell them everything new.”
So that’s what Olivia Constance did, with doodles, circles and squares.
About her life and important things like, how she didn’t like curls.
Letters like “G” and “M” and “D” and happy faces as well.
Olivia Constance found that she had so many things to tell.
Round the corner and into the post, off then the letter flew.
Up in the plane and away to the coast, down to the house painted blue.
What a surprise to Grandma Shirl, as she read to Grandpa Doug:
“How do you do,” said Olivia C. “Please find enclosed, “ 1x Hug.”
As for the doodles and circles and swirls, the “G and the “M” and the “D’s,”
It was perfectly clear to them what it meant – and it made them perfectly pleased.
-Doug Garrett