I hold in the palm of my hand
A love letter written in the sand
It came from a foreign land

The envelope reads the words Free Mail
Promises that your love for me will not fail
I pray that in this war you will prevail

It now lies in my scrapbook
Alongside the photos we took
When I get lonely, I take a look

I cherish all that you had to say
But vows you took stole our time away
I would trade this letter for you any day

On paper those sweet words will always be
Flown for miles from you addressed to me
Thoughts that won’t vanish by wind or sea

Precious words written by your hand
Only to give me a letter written in the sand
Because your job took you to another land

copyright 2003

Brenda Bayless