MAIL TIME

 The little lady hobbled
 Out to the mail box
 The rural carrier was
 Just up the road
  
 He had stopped and
 Her step was 
 A little livelier
 Than usual
  
 She got there and
 Pulled the lid up,
 Lowered the red flag
 Her box was half-full
  
 She scurried back
 To the house and
 Began sorting 
 The stack:
  
 Advertising
 Letters requesting money
 Some bills and to her thrill
 A few letters
  
 These were unexpected
 But meant so much to her
 She savored them
 Read them
  
 Then re-read them
 Then set them aside
 The day seemed brighter
 She discarded most of the rest
  
 Went to the kitchen
 To prepare lunch
 Cyrus, her husband
 Would be home soon
  
 Stanski 
 November 22, 2019 ^