I thought I met my love at eight,
orange sherbet, destined to be my fate.
Then fourth grade ushered bubble gum
and chocolate on a slim sugar cone.
Momentary crushes
that surely made my heart thrum.
By sweet sixteen I still chased the ice cream truck,
The summer pavement
making way for strawberry and
chip mint.
How could I leave out rocky road,
Cookie dough and pistachio!
So many flavors... their stories yet untold.
I pledge my love to you, awake, in dream...
Thank you for such delicious memories
my dearest, sweet, ice cream!
Cat Seto is an artist and founder of Ferme à Papier
My dearest post,
When I see an envelope at my feet
my fluttering heart skips a beat.
Thoughtfully chosen, lovingly written,
oh post, you've got me smitten!
And an email, a call or a Whatsapp
won't ever make me feel like that.
x
Will Hutchins is editor of The Fold and lover of all things paper based that drop through his letter box – except for bills.