Saturday, March 21, 2009

Delivery

Delivery

Our smooth-calved mailman
drives up our hill at ten.

His mail is now pre-sorted
by machine
so he gets to sleep-in
but also wait a round.

He doesn’t get to me
‘til after three
as I’m helping
my neighbour Caroline
wrestle
the buggy-cum-bassinette
out of her car.

‘A few more cards today’ he says
stroking her newborn’s head
and then turns:
Nothing for you.’

© Beverly Martens
Published in Swings+Roundabouts
Poems on Parenthood
Random House, May 2008

1 comment:

  1. So good...
    "so he gets to sleep-in
    but also wait a round"

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