This was originally a poem I wrote about my mom as a young child. Her father was the town mailman, and the only time she ever saw him was when he would deliver the mail to her grandparent’s house, where she lived. Definitely a bummer song, but I wanted to keep it short and the Mail/Male wordplay worked out nicely. 5 stars.
lyrics
Her hands, they wring and wave
Waiting for the mail to arrive
Not the letters, that make her stay
It's that fatherly smile
Many miles, many trips along the way
When every house looks the same
Little girl, on the porch every day
Waiting for the mail to arrive
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