The Postman

 

I wait for the postman to deliver

my favourite holidays,

sand in toes,

paddling in waves.

He brought my best bike,

the one I peddled so fast

I could feel the wind bite.

Day after day the envelopes dropped,

sleepovers, birthday parties,

shivering snowmen.

One day I woke

wishing my legs to arrive,

replace these poorly ones in need of repair,

when a parcel landed,

carrying some trainers,

a perfect fit.

Dreams and memories side by side,

my day to reminisce that race is here.

On your marks,

set……

Background: Who gets excited when the postman comes?! I do!! The end of my problems with MS

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