The Telegram
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Hannah Callaghan, Grade 5, Neutral Bay Public School -
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Poetry
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2018
Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition
Every day the postman walks past,
I sit on the porch, knitting, like all the other women, dreading the telegram,
the postman passes my gate, wearily holding several yellow envelopes,
I sit and watch young ladies, destroyed by a piece of paper,
I am lucky; none for me.
Over the week, the postman's bag bulges, filled with broken hearts,
long days pass, waiting for my love to return,
I see men returning, the war is over,
I hear the gate squeak open, tears of joy fill my eyes,
I leap outside and see the postman.