Empty Mailbox
Empty Mailbox
Papa, the mail box is empty again
Every day we walk down the road
Hoping to see something from Berlin
In that little box that holds so much hope
It’s just a little white box
At the end of our driveway
On a post the color of a fox
Address is 101 Sunset Highway
The little red flag is up today
So the mailman knows to stop by
He doesn’t have much to say
No letter from you, he doesn’t know why
Papa, every day we send you a note
And pray you are receiving them
All of us contribute in the hope
You’ll see that each one is truly a gem
We ask God every day for your safe return
So, you hurry home or try to send a note
Because the crank on the car is hard to turn
Mama misses you and it’s hard for her to cope!
Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2015
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