MAIL CALL
MAIL CALL, MAIL CALL,
MAIL CALL, HE SHOUTS!
WE ALL GATHER ROUND,
SOME HOPE, SOME DOUBT.
SMITH, JONES, WILSON, MAGEE,
WILLIAMS, OWENS AND THEN,
HE CALLS ME!
I REACH OUT MY HAND,
SAY SOMETHING OUTLOUD,
LETTER LOOKS KIND'A BLURRY,
I'M WALKING ON A CLOUD.
I KNOW IT'S FROM YOU,
I CAN TELL BY THE SMELL.
I HOLD IT REAL CLOSE,
CAN ANYONE ELSE TELL?
I BREATH IN YOUR SCENT,
SOFT, SWEET AS A DOVE,
DEAR GOD HOW I LOVE YOU,
'TIS LOVE, GIVEN BY LOVE.
Written For a friend
By John Dumke
Copyright © 2017 John H Dumke