Silk
 
Our Post people have connected us,
Through toil and love and loss,
Carrier Pigeons, magical storks
Delivering life to waiting Mums
Telegram boys of Shakespeare plays
Connecting lovers lost,
War-winning, code breaking messages
Relics of a past,

Suddenly more important,
Suddenly at all costs,
Suddenly irreplaceable,
Through the middle of this mess
 In the middle of our chaos,
In the middle of us all,
They wove invisible silks of love,
With carefully packaged hauls
 
How heavy are your bags this year?
Laden down with cards,
Not always delivering cheerfulness
Children, handwriting to ICU wards
Tens of thousands have lined your hands,
And still they keep on coming,
How does this feel at the end of the day?
How much load are you still carrying?
 
Do tears fall for the victims?
The senders who never saw,
Their loved ones live their last breath,
The pain that they endured,
Is it sweetened by extra
Birthday cards, kisses and balloons,
Or does the balance in your Postbox,
Tip to those taken too soon?
 
I want to tell you straight today,
From the bottom of my heart,
That you have kept me connected,
To my daughters breaking heart
Mine is just one story,
In millions of more,
Where the only thing that kept us going sometimes
Was what fell at our door
 
Weaving silk across the country,
Weaving silk across the towns,
So jam packed full of feeling
No Pandemic could break it down