Postcards

My parents send me postcards As they jet set around the world So that I have a little piece of them I save the cards like I would exotic pearls I'd like to tell them that I'm okay Although both of them I miss I often think of writing back But have no forwarding address I have cards from Paris, France Amsterdam and on the Rhine China along with Africa I'm happy to see they're doing fine I keep an atlas by my bed So I can see where they are at any given time I only wish my mom was here To hold me as I cry I travel to my mailbox Lonely along the way Looking for that postcard To see where my parents are today