I finally got a hang of it,
Saturdays she always drops off our mail.
I always go outside on the porch I sit,
I wait and lean against the garden rail.

Unfortunately I don't always make it out there in time,
and I watch her drive away.
But at least she drives away with the friendly letter I gave her.
Next time I'll wait and stay.

I'm thankful for her,
for her sweet words in her letters.
I look forward to each and every letter,
were letter writing buddys I'm sure.

Friends are difficult to make in my own imaginative world,
but this is the best friend I could ever receive.
I'm happy she drove along to my home,
the friendly mail woman - Megan.

- Emaleth Zargallows
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