Stuffing the community boxes, I wouldn't have
Known that she was getting her own route and
That she won't be back.
I felt happy for her, but sad too, because we had
Become acquainted over the months as I
Handed her my correspondence or when
She passed mail to me.
I remember when I prayed for her ailing parents.
I rushed back to my condo and grabbed a
Gospel bracelet.
"I have a going away present for you," I told the
Woman, and I tied it to her wrist.
She began to cry.
Tears trickled down her beautiful brown
Face.
As we hugged good-by we both said,
"I love you."
I'm glad I got to know Michelle as a
Person, not just a government employee
Doing her job.
And I'm glad I discovered that my postal
Box is more than just a place to pick up
Mail.