Miss Sassy Poet Couplet

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!

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Kp Nunez September 19, 2015 at 8:51 AM Loved the way you highlighted an inanimate object to symbolize the feeling of sadness, Missy. It will be a pleasure to see more of your works in the coming days. hugs!

Vera Duggan September 13, 2015 at 8:35 PM Like this one Sassy, reminds me so much of when my husband was in Vietnam and I was anxiously waiting for mail which I was a lucky one as I received a letter nearly every day and he arrived home safely, this is so well written, take care...........Vera

Paul Callus September 13, 2015 at 5:04 PM Hi Miss! This is a lovely and touching poem, highlighted by that empty mailbox! The crank on the car takes us back in time, when life was much simpler than it is now! // paul Miss Sassy September 13, 2015 at 11:16 PM Thank you Paul. I was hoping someone would connect the crank with times past and the disappointment with empty mailboxes when loved ones are gone.

Richard Lamoureux September 13, 2015 at 12:38 PM This brings back memories of living on the farm and how exciting it was to receive a letter. Great nostalgic write. Miss Sassy September 13, 2015 at 11:18 PM Yes it was a happy event. Today my mailbox is filled with bills and junk mail. Little notes today are sent via text or email. Thank you for the compliment....Sassy

CayCay Godwin September 13, 2015 at 12:04 PM I enjoyed your poem very much ... CayCay

Robert Lindley September 13, 2015 at 8:55 AM A loved one so dearly missed is a deep hole only filled with the safe return of that lost person. Great poem my friend. Solid 7 on this one..