Keeping you posted

                                                Random lady postal clerk - 

                                                    Cape Town Central 08:15;

               Picked by fate to play the part

                  Of witness to my dream.

               The girl who, like a startled hare,

                  Approached your window hatch was me;

               An answer had to be relayed

                  To someone waiting patiently.

               I couldn’t use the telephone 

                  At work, because the walls had ears

               And so I chose a telegram

                  To tell my love that I was his.

                        

               I didn’t want the world to know,

                  So I devised a cryptic code,

               Imagining that only he

                  Would understand what I proposed.

               ‘‘Give me a ring at lunchtime’’

                  Seemed unsuspicious and detached

               To uninitiated eyes;

                  I quickly slid it through the hatch.

               You glanced at it, and then at me – 

                  A slow smile spread across your cheeks.

               I thought you were about to cry, 

                  And then you whispered ‘‘That’s so sweet!’’

               Random lady postal clerk,

                  Thirty years have come and gone;

               I wish that I could let you know

                  The romance is still going strong. 

                     - Ann Scarborough Moore

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