When mail was real
and not junk
we used to wait anxiously
for it to come
faraway relatives
from faraway places
would send us news
of what was going on
it was always a treat
to go to the mailbox
to find wonderful letters
written by hand
written with love.
(enjoyed your poem Neil….brought back happy memories.)
When mail was real
and not junk
we used to wait anxiously
for it to come
faraway relatives
from faraway places
would send us news
of what was going on
it was always a treat
to go to the mailbox
to find wonderful letters
written by hand
written with love.
(enjoyed your poem Neil….brought back happy memories.)