The Letter
The mail has just arrived,
come quickly, my pocket holds his words.
Read me his letter,
I long to hear his voice.
My loving dear,
I miss you with each breath taken.
My heart beats endlessly for you,
I will be in your arms soon.
Looks like he is coming home,
but when?
He does not say when,
no date or time is given.
It will be a welcomed surprise,
I can't wait to see him.
Now to write him back,
I will tell him hello for you.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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