Waiting, waiting always waiting will he ever come? Each morning I’m standing by the door, in rain or sleet or sun. Does he know how long I wait my patient's getting thin? Is that a van I’m hearing hoping that it’s him. Over the bridge and round the bend at last his van’s in sight. Eagerly I step outside he slows my hopes are bright. He then winds down his window an envelope I see. With trembling hands I take it I’m excited as can be. Then off he goes back up the road waving as he goes. This letter that I’m holding from whom I’m sure he knows. It is I gasp with watery eyes it’s taken far too long. I noticed then the postmark the date it must be wrong. This was posted a year ago this surely can’t be right. I opened it began to read the words gave me a fright. With disbelief at what she’d wrote expressing deep remorse. She’d heard the news that broke her heart I’d been killed of course. Standing as I did each day waiting for the van. He didn’t see me on that day, who you say? The Postman.
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
I'm always waiting for the postman, he'll be the 'death' of me LOL.
just don't get in his way grandad! they can be very eager to get to your door sometimes .. cool write
grandadOPKilmorna, Kerry IrelandJan 25, 2011
When I started this one the film 'The Sixth Sense' sprang to mind and I did wonder if the poem came across as such? Thanks for the flowers.
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niah9Auckland, New ZealandJan 25, 2011
Hi grandad....several years ago we lived on a tip of the Hokianga Harbour, and I wasn't online then, so had heaps of mail to be collected and hopefully delivered....I'd wait at the gate with my bundle to go, usually surrounded by goats, horses chickens, dogs, cats...you get the idea...and the geese alerted us to the postie, then as the bundles were exchanged, the goats wanted to see what I had...oh and if I was walking to fast, Joe the horse would grab my clothes from behind a haul me to a standstill...I know the locals termed me the crazy lady by the bridge....thanks for the memory...Niah
grandadOPKilmorna, Kerry IrelandJan 25, 2011
One of my Daughters and her family stayed for a month with her sister-in-law in NZ Christmas before last Niah. They are now thinking of moving there. I hope the 'postmen' there look where they're going
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niah9Auckland, New ZealandJan 25, 2011
They drive around and edge as close as they can to the mail box...has to be placed for them...on pillars, so they stretch out and drop...deliver newspapers and even courier stuff, so are very welcome.....that's rural more than town, where they ride on push bikes......Niah
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niah9Auckland, New ZealandJan 25, 2011
I've posted a message in your filter box, since you block all incoming from this side of the world....so check it out grandad...if you want of course.... Niah
grandadOPKilmorna, Kerry IrelandJan 27, 2011
I didn't think anyone that far away would be able to afford the postage Niah I'm now an open book but I've already found a new love on here.
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Thanks for the flowers.
I'm now an open book but I've already found a new love on here.