Here Comes the Mail!

A Sure Sign

Here's the mail, sort it quick--

Papers, letters, notes,

Postcard scenes,

Magazines,

Our hearts are in our throats.

Something there,

White and square,

Sealed with wax, and bumpy--

At the edges, flat and thin,

In the middle bumpy.

When you feel the envelope,

Do your fingers trace

Something narrow,

Like an arrow?

Or a part

of a heart?

Or a
Cupid's face?

Is your name across the back

In a crooked line?

Hurry, then, that's a sign

Someone's sent a Valentine!

--Nancy Byrd Turner