
Mail
Before the birds start their morning
chirping postman takes to the roads
with his bag hanging off his shoulder
postman brings the good news
to every house, no warning, no fear
of the dog in each yard, the dog which
usually attacks him, he enters each
place and drop letters in the box, news
of a relative’s marriage, the letter from
the lad who lives in a faraway country
addressed to his mother who takes and
with trembling hands opens the letter
to read her son’s latest news and the
lone postman walks out of the yard
heading to the next house with
the good news about a newborn baby, letter
left in the owner’s box while his
tears always roll down his face for
the letter he too hoped to receive.