Often telling loved ones about the sights all around
Usually share details of the weather and the local cuisine
But unfortunately this card has never been seen
It’s now old and dirty with the words faded away
You can vaguely make out what it did once say
It’s sent from a man who signed off love dad
It was never received by the family he had
It talks about missing them and he would be home soon
Whistling as always but sadly out of tune
Catching up with stories about the children’s life
But most of all missing his adorable wife
The address nearby so a good deed is required
I’ll have to miss work and risk being fired
But something’s happen that are meant to be
I believe if fate it’s that simple you see
I nervously walk up the winding gravel path
The door opened by an old lady called Cath
I show her the postcard and she smiles with joy
She begins to tell me the tale of her husband called Roy
He worked away often to make the business grow
His family missed him, often feeling low
He was in New York City on nine eleven
He now looks down from the eternal heaven
Tears began to stream down Cath’s mature face
She turned to me for an emotional embrace
Cath thanked me for picking it up and didn’t disregard
I’m delighted I found this forgotten postcard
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