Submitted by Fran and Nigel Risner

Mail Call

Darkness and loneliness fill my cell
With pain and fear too great to yell.

I wait for the mailman to deliver to me
As I wipe away tears that no one will see.

I pray so sincere with head raised above,
“Please, God, soon send a letter of love.”

I long to gaze upon pages so dear,
With riches to bring my loved ones near.

Words of diamonds on pages of gold
A message from heaven as their story is told,

“We love you, miss you, pray you’ll be free.”
A treasure-filled envelope just for me.

Please bring memories of joys I once knew
Family, friends and things I would do.

The darkness and pain of my cell will prevail
As my name, again, was not called for mail.