Mail Call

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