Dear Mr. Postman

Dear Mr. Postman I think maybe you lost my letter
It’s from my father who lives up North he said he would write when he got better
Please check your bag and truck really good
He said he will write me he promised he would.

Dear Mr. Postman it’s now been a year
And there still hasn’t been a letter delivered to here
Was it something I did that made the letters come to an end?
Has the distance between him and I made it impossible to send?
My daddy said he loved me and he would never let me down
Its been over a year now and I have not heard a sound.

Dear Mr. Postman I am now all grown up
No more curls in my hair and drinking wine from a cup
Have you heard any news have you a letter for me?
It will come here one day soon just you wait and see.
My neighbors all laugh and think I am insane
They don’t see how much my heart is aching with pain
My cheeks are the mountain the waterfalls are my tears
I want to tell my father all my dreams and my fears
Twenty two years have gone by since I last seen his face
Maybe I was the reason he had to get out of this place.

Dear Mr. Postman my children have children of their own
Crazy how fast these last fifty years have just flown
I am still waiting for daddy’s letter do you think you can bring today?
I am very eager to read what my daddy has to say
Maybe he will send a picture or a strand of his hair
And tell me how much he wishes that he was with me here
I bet his letter will have the scent of his aftershave, will be sealed with a kiss
And the words he will write be all the memories that I still miss
I hope you understand this is very important these tears are real
As real as these dreams that I have and the love that I feel.

Dear Mr. Postman they say I am getting pretty old
I will not let God take me until this letter I can hold
The times me and daddy shared there is not even a chance
That he could forget about his baby girl and the ways that I dance
Sitting upon his knee and watching movies way past nine
Has somebody stolen away my daddy, bring him back his love is mine
My bones are very weak today my heart has lost its shape
A tube inserted through my nose and held with a piece of tape
I will not leave this life until this letter sits in my palm
I will be patiently awaiting I will continue to remain calm.

Dear Mr. Postman I arrived in heaven today
Everybody is so peaceful, all the young angels at play
I can’t seem to find a mailbox up here is there a possibility?
That when his letter does arrive you can forward it up to me?
Until that time comes I will patiently await
Sitting all alone next to heavens beautiful gate.