Tag: Mail

Waiting For Mail on Your Mission

(There is nothing worse, when you are far away, than hearing no news from home. That lonely feeling inspired this poem.)

Write a letter, big or small. Just one letter. One. That’s all. 
If you fear to write at all, then just phone and make a call.
We’ve been waiting since last fall, I really don’t know why the stall.
Even if it’s Alberta drawl, scratch a scratch, scrawl a scrawl.

Raise a ruckus, scream a squall, write graffiti on my wall.
Entertain or plain enthrall. Throw a punch, start a brawl.
There must be something you recall. Something big, something small.
Mailmen now refuse to crawl through the webs that drape the hall.
My mail box I must re-install, If I’m to get my mail at all.

Or better yet, here’s what to do. 
Send future mail to Kathmandu,
Now, now, friends, don’t pout or bawl.
It can’t be worse in quaint Nepal! 

  • Doug Garrett

Olivia Constance

(This poem is dedicated to our granddaughter, who wrote to us while we were serving a mission in New Zealand.)

Olivia Constance said to herself, “What shall I do today?”
I have no school ’cause its cold outside and the cold won’t go away.
So into her toy box she put her hand to see what she could find:
A plastic doll, crayon and clips, and a piece of orange rind.

“Oh,” Olivia Constance said, “I know what I can do:
Write my Grandma and Grandpa a note to tell them everything new.”

So that’s what Olivia Constance did, with doodles, circles and squares.
About her life and important things like, how she didn’t like curls.
Letters like “G” and “M” and “D” and happy faces as well.
Olivia Constance found that she had so many things to tell.

Round the corner and into the post, off then the letter flew.
Up in the plane and away to the coast, down to the house painted blue. 

What a surprise to Grandma Shirl, as she read to Grandpa Doug:
“How do you do,” said Olivia C. “Please find enclosed, “ 1x Hug.”
As for the doodles and circles and swirls, the “G and the “M” and the “D’s,”
It was perfectly clear to them what it meant – and it made them perfectly pleased. 

-Doug Garrett