A walk to the mailbox
A quick 15 steps to the brick building
Holding bills and a birthday card
The young man opens the door
Without a knock
Another year has gone by
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A journey to the mailbox
Joints aren’t working like they used to
Tears in his eyes
Doctor’s bills in hand
Five figure numbers
A negative prognosis
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An expedition to the mailbox
Accompanied by a metal assistant
Its hooves made blunt by tennis balls
The jerking motion angry
As he makes his way slowly
To a place where letters dare not go
I love y’all, but I hope this pulled some tears from you. I’m 18 now, but it seems as if ever since I was 10 we’d drive past this man’s house and we’d see him shuffling to his mailbox. I hadn’t seen him in at least two years and tonight I saw him again and it just struck me as so poetic. This is dedicated to him.
Amanda this poem is truly beautiful!!! You have a gift! I’m so glad I found your blog.
~Hannah
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Aw, thanks so much! This one really touched my heart. ❤
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