THE MAILBOX

Each morning bright and early
she walked down off the hill
to the shiny little mailbox
5 years, she's waiting still

Waiting for a letter
from one she loves so much 
waiting for a single line
he said he'd keep in touch


The neighbors sadly watched her
with pity in their eyes
but she'd just smile and tell them
I know, someday, he'll write


The mailman waved the letter
his eyes were wide and bright
until a neighbor told him
the lady died last night


The mailbox still is standing
no longer shiny bright
inside the untouched letter
he waited too long to write


The neighbors, they won't tell him
about the lady on the hill
they know his silence hurt her
and so, he's waiting - still


Waiting for a letter
one that will never come
from the lady who really loved him
and sadly died alone


So, if you need to send a letter
don't wait too long to write
remember the lady and the mailbox
that once was shiny bright


T. 8/9/86

**This poem broke my heart when Mother shared it with me. It made me think of just how often we get caught up in our own lives and do not make a phone call, or send a note to those we love. We believe there is always tomorrow..............