When mail was real

instead of junk

we used to wait anxiously

for the mail to come

we'd be excited to see

the postman coming in his little white truck

then wait

then run

to the mailbox to find the mail

like a treasure hunt

the mail was from

family relatives from faraway places

who sent us news

of what was going on

in their corner of the world

it was always a treat

to go to the mailbox

to find those wonderful letters

carefully written

by hand

with love.


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Martin Elder

Sun 16th Dec 2018 22:29

heady days indeed when mail was delivered with such alacrity and due diligence. I can even remember to deliveries a day.

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Brian Maryon

Sun 16th Dec 2018 17:42

MC - old Knapey's in the New World and in the dark ages.

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 16th Dec 2018 16:03

Little white van? I'm curious...where are you?
I can tell you that there - without fail -
It's always red for our Royal Mail.
Plus - the postie comes up to the door
And its letter-box sees mail drop on the floor.

<Deleted User> (16837)

Sun 16th Dec 2018 16:00

Your poem reminds me of my childhood days.... Writing letters, sending greeting cards and postcards were so much fun....emails n many apps today has made conversation easy but that fun of waiting has gone.....nice work...i kindda enjoy ur poems...?

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