Went through the Christmas Card list,
Crossed out those who no longer exist,
Wrote the cards for those who were left,
Thought of others who were now bereft.
Went to the post-box up the road,
Put the cards in to shed my load.
Walked swiftly back into my home,
More cards for me on the floor in a dome.
Opened the first card and formed a fist,
This card was one not on my list.
So yet again I wrote more cards,
And once more sent my kind regards.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is true, I had posted my cards, came home and the postman had been and the first card I opened was one form somebody I had forgotten to send a card to.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Ohhhh
Wow
That’s a nice ritual
Sending and receiving postcards is so cool
These were Christmas cards spilleronsheet, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
it happens dont it ... glad you saved the memory and shared .. priceless N
Yes it does happen, but it is all OK now as I have sent another card.
Andy
Good write Gold.
If someone upsets us, do we cross them off our Christmas card list?! lol.
And what about if they have never sent us a card for donkey's years?
Unfortunately the ones that now get crossed off my list are those who have departed this earth.
Andy
Whops, yes! But if we don't know of their departure, we merrily go on sending cards to them!
So much nicer to receive and send real cards than virtual cards. Enjoyed reading this.
So true Rozina.
Andy
Brilliant!
Thank you Mek, so kind.
Andy
LOL...Sounds like your keeping the post office busy Andy. Nice write.
Well one tries Coyote, it is their busiest time of the year. Thank you.
Andy
So many to remember, and yet still some forgotten - still it’s good to be remembered
Very true Suresh, thank you.
Andy
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