Longed - For Mail
I looked in my mailbox,
In hope that I would see
A friendly sort of letter
Written all for me.
The mailbox was full,
But to my sad dismay
It contained bills and magazines;
And nothing came my way.
I looked for a week,
And sadder I became
Everyday in the mailbox;
Nothing held my name.
Finally, I stopped looking,
It wasn't meant to be;
I didn't search the mailbox
And there was something there for me.
Copyright © Peggy Caulfield | Year Posted 2012
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