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.
<Deleted User> (18980)
Sun 16th Dec 2018 17:42
MC - old Knapey's in the New World and in the dark ages.
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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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.