Peggy Caulfield Poet Rhyme

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.

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Robert Johnson June 5, 2012 at 2:26 PM We look for years to reconcile. That empty box filled with denial. That brings just empty notes of hope. And nothing else to help us cope. Short on time to write more rhyme. :) On a library computor.

Sean L Sanders May 17, 2012 at 5:24 PM Nicely done well written

Sean L Sanders May 17, 2012 at 5:24 PM Nicely done well written

Anne-Lise Andresen May 13, 2012 at 1:45 PM Those who wait with patience will not wait in vain,Peggy - well done! - oxox love Anne-Lise

David Williams May 13, 2012 at 12:41 PM Peggy, a superb write, well done..David Peggy Caulfield May 13, 2012 at 12:49 PM Thank you kind sir.

Josie Whitehead May 13, 2012 at 12:29 PM Oh, what a lovely poem. We don't get many letters by mail these days. In fact the postage has just gone up quite a lot here in Britain, but I do send emails. Somehow they don't seem quite the same. You have my little message below your poem and I hope this will also be liked. Best wishes and thanks for your lovely little poem. Peggy Caulfield May 13, 2012 at 12:47 PM Thanks for filling my mailbox today. Thank you also for your comments. Have a great day. Due to your postal problems someone should overflow your email for you.