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, 2024 ^
Steve Haarman 